Exposing What’s Within

A little girl sad and quiet
Leaned against the tree.
She has failed to save her friend
From a violent tragedy.
A life was lost and thrown away
To hide the sinner’s sin.
But God is watching everything
And exposes what’s within.
A hiker comes across the girl,
And can sense what is wrong.
Both the girls lost their fight
Against someone too strong.
The surviving girl is rescued,
And is evidence of the crime.
Justice is given to the man
Who is now serving time.

12.2.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The loss of a friend

We Are a Family

We are a family… a family sharing a loss.
We share life, love, finances,
Celebrations, births, and weddings…
And at times like this
A hard and sad loss.
How do we get through this?
We get through it together.
Tears, confusions,
Our shoulda, coulda, and wouldas
Overwhelms our hearts.
How do we find comfort?
With one another.
Through the sleepless nights
We find our way together.
God, we find our way with You.
As a part of our family, God,
We lean on You to make it.
And we will make it
Because we are a family.

3-31-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

1999: A Year to Struggle and Complete

Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Nine… what a year.
For me it has been a year to struggle and complete.
From school to relationships, to health and strength.
This was the year to shout the victory or face defeat.
I began it with joy and confidence, and peace, and strength.
I walked through blinding light and deceiving signs.
I fought the war of keeping my sanity, as well as family and friends.
And though I may have lost a little of each, God’s light still shines.
Friends have passed on, babies were born, families continued to fight.
Relationships fell apart, some began, some were declared forever.
People turned their back on each other, some thought only of themselves
But praise the Lord for those who made up and faced thing together.
So much began, so much continued, so much came to an end.
So much life and death took place in this year that is passing us by.
Love was found, love prevailed, love continued to grow.
And even when love seemed forsaken, God’s love heard the cry.
For me it was the year my schooling would be complete.
Now I am to seek God’s purpose in my education,
And praise Him that His guiding light never fades.
The year 2000 we are approaching is the Big Y2K,
And a new millennium for God’s created art.
But no matter what may happen I will always be convinced
That God holds us in His loving and caring heart.

12-30-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Agony Over the Eagle

There’s a pain of agony that just can’t be understood,
When a teenager takes a shotgun
and blows it through his mouth and out his ear.
No one can explain the tragic event,
Or know what he was thinking.
All we can know is that it happened.
And when it did it took the one we loved so much.
I don’t know why he did it, but I wish I could take it back.
I wish it was just a nightmare,
A nightmare that no one can bring to reality.
Why did it have to be my cousin?
He was so young and loved.
What could he have possibly been thinking
When he pulled that trigger?
He was so optimistic and had plenty of friends and family,
A beautiful fiance,
and so much that you would have thought he was happy.
But maybe he wasn’t.
It’s so hard to explain a heartache,
And a heartache is hard to handle.
Maybe he just couldn’t handle what he couldn’t explain.
I don’t know.
I just know I love him and miss him so much.
Please give him back.
Forever in agony over the eagle.

2-24-1992 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Dean. I love you!

Stolen By Heart

You took everything away from me.
Every reason to live.
To love.
To cry.
To laugh.
Why did you do it?
You stole everything from me.
I only loved you in return.
Why did you steal my right to love you?
It was my choice to make, but you made the decision.
You thief.
You stole my heart.
My love.
I can’t forget it.
Because I can’t forget you.
It’s so hard.
But I love you.
Please come back.
Say it isn’t true. That it never was.
That it was just a bad dream.
A horrible nightmare that will never happen again.
Please. I love you.

2-4-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the loss of a loved one

Are You Watching?

Fly… fly away with me.
We’re going to soar above the skies… rise above the clouds…
And gaze upon the earth, and the beauty of the land.
We’ll come to the graveyards… and pause for a moment…
…a moment of silence.
As I float above the tombstone,
I’m quietly and inwardly saying how much I miss her…
And how much I still love her.
If only she were still alive (I whisper to myself).
A tear falls from my eye and as it begins to pour,
I feel a gentle and soft hand come from behind me and catch it
Before I have the chance to feel the moistness of my heartache.
She has dried it away.
Out of joy… surprise… and happiness,
I turn to hold her,
And as we embrace we draw back and smile at each other.
The only words she has to say to me are,
“Fly… fly away with me.”
I’m sorry. I forgot to say farewell to you my loved ones,
As she once did to me.
I love you. I’ll always be with you.

12-11-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a dear soul

Years of Ploy

Once upon a time
In a childhood land,
I chose my knight in armor
In a wonderful man.
I anxiously prayed for time
To hurry to the age
Where I could accept his ring
To show we were engaged.
Oh how I wanted so
To see his loving smile,
As he held his hand out to me
At the other end of the aisle.
Our honeymoon would be divine.
We would have the best.
I never knew on our honeymoon,
He would lay to rest.
So as I tell my fairy tale
To all maidens growing,
Patiently enjoy your youth,
For the future is unknowing.

10-2-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Suddenly, So Incomplete

Suddenly, I feel a loss.
A loss of something special.
Someone special.
Someone who use to live and laugh,
Laugh and love.
Someone who use to believe in wishes
And dreams coming true.
Prayers being answered.
Letters being sentimental.
Hope being valuable.
Someone who use to spend day and night
Praying and wishing that
Their dreams would come true
And hoped the letters would
Be the key to their romance.
Someone that I miss so very much
And wish that I could know again.
Someone whom I suddenly want to
Rescue from dying.
Dying inside.
I want to believe in her again.
In love.
But suddenly, I feel so incomplete.

10-1-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my hero! He makes me complete! ❤

Cemetery of Love

Graveyards are a memory
For those who know of love.
And every tombstone in the yard,
Is a sign of giving up.
Every piece of grass that grows
Over a fresh dug grave
Is a sign of peace and serenity
For one who was so brave.
And all the flowers blooming in spring
And dying in late night fall
Are reminders of a soul at rest
Who gave their heart to all.
So why is it I turn away
As if it’s bad to see?
For this is where I long to lay,
Yet am too afraid to be.

9-25-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I miss you! I love you! Still!!
PSS… God is my hero.
I am so thankful for God allowing me things to be so different now.

Surviving the Knife

Knives,
The wound invention.
Scarred,
There’s no prevention.
Memories,
Unnecessary reminders.
Tragedies,
The unbreakable binders.
Blood,
The tears of a heart.
Sweat,
From fighting so hard.
Screams,
The voice of the weak,
Tears,
A soul with a leak.
Aching,
A natural way of life.
Surviving,
By holding the knife.

9-16-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero

Sharing Love

They were of a love so true
Before the tragic crash.
We knew for certain they would last.

But now… now they lie in peace.
Side by side for life,
Yet their days are of our past.

Alone together in the graves,
They are in separate beds again.
But their hearts are bound together.

And as the friends would walk away,
We feel a tragic ache,
Yet we know they’ll love forever.

To the special souls arest,
We cry for your departure,
But leave behind this thought.

You may have been deprived of life,
But the love you shared together
Was a lasting lesson we were all taught.
“Don’t take love for granted.”

9-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God’s Goodbye Angel

Farewell our good-bye angel.
We’ll miss you every day.
It’s sad to see you leave us.
But you were called away.
The need you in another place
Healing broken hearts.
You’ve mended ours many times
From many shattered parts.
Somewhere in this weary world
A soul is crying out.
They are in need of deep concern,
And assurance from their doubts.
Just be sure to save a little care
For those you leave behind.
And know that God’s goodbye angel
Is always on our mind.

8-25-1990
Written By Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For Mrs. Shirley Ann Chamberlain
A wonderful teacher and friend

NEVER

Death… just what is it?
To know you’ll never, never come back.
Never another night of laughter with a friend.
Never a chance to smile again.
Only placed in a wooden box
And buried beneath the dirt
For your body to rot.
Bugs crawl in and out of your body,
Eventually eating you.
Chewing and chewing away your hair,
Once kept so clean,
Becomes nonexistent,
And it’s a waste that you took care of it.
The feeling of dying
Without knowing what will happen in the future,
For if you do, it wouldn’t matter.
You’re not going to be here.
Death… it’s so scary!

10-11-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank you Jesus for seeing me through hard times.
God is my hero!

TORN TOGETHER

Family… together yet torn.

Separated the day they were born.

Sharing the blood but not the life.

Different worlds but similar strife.

So alike yet completely opposite.

So true yet very dishonest.

Words cannot describe the loss felt

of family so ready to help.

People who help each other despite

anything that could cause a fight.

Now that family so greatly detests

seeing your face or wanting what’s best.

Praise God for family in Jesus Christ.

He will never leave nor forsake day nor night.

And greatest yet the comfort to know

Jesus even loves your family so!

 

10-15-11 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

A Life Is Taken

A life is taken.
A soul now rests.
You take without asking.
You need no one’s permission.
You need no one’s help.
You speak and a soul answers.
Home, you two are going now.
Many other souls welcome you back.
Joy fills the heavens.
How much longer before my name is called?
I wait faithfully and eagerly.

3-6-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)