Chained to a Wall of Love

Chained to a wall of love,
I fall for who you are.
You wish for someone to love you,
And yet I’m not that far.

It’s one of those mystical things
That God has rearranged.
He said He would always love us,
But never promised that life wouldn’t change.

Tangled by a web of thought,
You wash away my dream.
You say you are for all to watch,
Yet are darker than you seem.

One way I have to comfort you
Is to let you know for sure
That though our love’s a misery,
My intentions are only pure.

Could we stand another round
Of all the innocent pain?
I just don’t think I believe again
In the path to going insane.

8-24-1993 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Knives, Swords, and Jagged Edges

Knives and swords, and jagged edges.
No one fulfills their lethal pledges.
Strong and firm, tough together.
What’s the harm in once forever?
I can’t believe the agony
Within your pleading cry.
If I had to stand again,
I’d only break and die.
So what’s the point in harming you,
If you are hurting me?
It’s not the end of misery.
It’s just the way to see.

9-3-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Only Existing Answer

Why must others fear the coming?
It’s only a peaceful kiss.
There’s only one relation,
The only existing answer.
It can never escape the agony
Of blood and sacred remarks.
I want to be relieved.
Relieved of the emptiness I feel.
So hollow with sorrow.
I cannot find the comfort of the loss I found in the eagle.
Yet to know his soul soars high and free,
Is the only thing that soothes me.
Why is it necessary to experience the pain of grief?
If there’s really nothing to feel,
Then why must they have to escape?
We can’t keep on,
Pretending it will be.
It’s only a matter of misery
Before we see the light.

1-25-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

ILLNESS

Not a funny matter.
Some fight to live their lives.
Yet some of you make jokes.
Do you really think that’s nice?
Well I have met a stranger
Who is much more sick than I.
And if her tests are what they think,
It might not be too far till she would die.
So as I sit in misery
Over a sore throat pain,
Let me ask God to help her
Give her rest again.

1-4-1990
written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Had strep throat. Was given penicillin. Was talking with a man whose wife was also at the ER and really sick. They thought it was her kidneys making her so gravely ill.

A Life For A Life

It is so incomprehensible to the human mind
that someone could actually take a life.
We condemn those souls to be taken
or at least live forever in misery and strife.
Yet it is very possible to happen
And does to people who are good.
Maybe sometimes they shouldn’t have reacted,
sometimes maybe they should.
We never know if someone is defending
and fighting for their life to survive.
We don’t know what led to the moment
and how they’ll have to live with it all their life.
Only God knows and only God judges
the heart and mind of a soul,
and He knows when to punish or forgive.
Thank God He is in control.

7-19-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: written when a friend was asking me to justify their brother’s death when he was shot while committing a home invasion, by comparing it to my brother’s death who was shot during a argument with an ex-girlfriend who refused to let my brother go.

Unexpected Life

Life is so swift,
so unexpectedly violent.
No matter how full the life,
the grave is silent.
So many lives
affected by one.
Death is forever.
It cannot be undone.
Only God can revive
or give eternal life.
The world is trapped
in misery and strife.
The only hope
desiring to heal
is the love of God.
Thank God He’s real.

5-5-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)