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!

God, It Hurts

God, it hurts

    to know I’ll never see him again,

    to know he’ll never come back.

God, please give him back.

Make it like it never happened.

Please. Please.

    It just has to be a dream.

 

No, I know God.

    Dean is better off now.

    He’s not suffering or hurting.

    He’s gone. He’s finally at rest.

Please take care of him.

And God, I still love you.

    It may hurt, but God

 

life on earth will always be hard

    and painful a lot times.

    Just please don’t leave us.

    Please be real.

I KNOW YOU ARE.

I just love you so much.

    In Sweet Jesus name I pray.

         Amen.

 

6-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: my dear cousin Dean