Manipulation

Sacred words,
Secret souls,
Tragedies of pain.

Complications,
More frustrations,
Soon to be insane.

Miraculous,
Spontaneous,
So many characteristics.

Deviation,
Meditation,
How do we seem to miss it?

6-4-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Do you get it? No? Good! That’s the objective!

Shattered Dream Come True

He was a dream come true,
A dream I came to have,
A dream I came to cherish,
A dream I came to hold.
He told me how he cared,
As held me through my pain,
And as I lived the dream,
I felt the pouring rain.
I don’t know what went wrong,
Or how the dream was shattered,
But all I know is he was a
Beautiful dream come true… shattered…
And that is all that matters,

5-23-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Easter Is Coming

Easter is coming and I’m so sad.
I’ve completely lost the pizazz I had.
Why do I worry so much when I should see
Jesus is the one who suffered, not me.
This is a time to remember what He did,
To learn why and never take it for granted.
His blood poured to the soil to cleanse my soul.
The spear lanced through His side, makes me whole.
Hands and feet nailed to a wooden cross for our gain.
He gave His love by bearing the pain.
This is something we tend to neglect,
A treasure of life many will reject.
Easter is a time to remember and feel
The sacrifice of love is our daily meal.
We should live for Jesus every day,
And never let the price He paid go away.
This Easter won’t you take just one minute
And try to honor the true meaning in it.

4-12-1990 Thursday
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.

My Child

My child,
In pain he came to acknowledge,
Breathless,
Without a cry,
Without the laughter,
Without the joy,
Without the simple words of…
….mommy.
Oh, as my baby lay in helplessness,
I felt of no worth
For this unawareness to
Conquer my love.
Of what value am I to my child
If I cannot chase the ache,
That I can’t even recognize?
My child,
Clang to me
In desperation for security,
Safety from the hurt.
Yet, I alone in imprisonment,
Was confined behind bars
Of ignorance.
My child,
Fought a battle
Of his own.
And it was God,
And God alone,
That spared
My child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni
Happy Birthday, Jesus! ❤

WELCOME!

Adventure to my house of pain.
I want to drive you all insane.
First I’ll take you to my room
And let you see the face of doom.
Blood and slime, dripping wet.
Spiders hanging from their webs.
You’ll get tangled in the chains
I use to keep my guests restrained.
Knives hang high upon the skulls
Of those I found to be so dull.
Be careful of the skeletons.
Small and large, and bigger ones.
Watch your step along the way.
You just might cross body decay.
Then again you may discover,
Once you enter, you won’t recover.
So once again, I welcome you.
I just can’t swear you’ll make it through.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. My old writing is not pleasant at all sometimes.
I am so glad God changed my heart, my life, and my writing!
God is my hero!

Agonizing Love

Agonizing… knowing you’re going to die,
to know now is the time of your death,
to know you’ll suffer so cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people you’re dying to help
will be the people begging for your death,
your pain, your suffering, your agony.
Agonizing… knowing your only child is going to die,
to know now is the time of his death,
to know he’ll suffer cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people he’s dying to help
will be the people begging for his death,
his pain, his suffering, his agony.
Agonizing… because his death will be
your own suffering of cruelty,
your pain, your agony.
Agonizing… to see there will still be even one
to reject the blood shed to save them
from their own eternal agony.
Agonizing… to know anyone has to suffer
eternal agony in hell.

4-27-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

One Last Shot

For so many months now,

I’ve denied you were even gone.

I can’t believe it’s really true,

or understand what went on.

No one knows the mystery

you’ve taken to the grave.

What made you find the guts to do

something that’s really brave?

Well, I guess I’ll never really know

just what it was that took

a beautiful caring young man

and made him go for the hook.

Within the night he took a shot

at giving one last breath.

But unfortunately fate erupted

and brought to him his death.

What will ever stop the agony

that fills a heart like his?

I wish I knew a way to change

the reality that exists.

 

11-23-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Inspiration: Dean

She’s Hurting

She’s hurting.
Tears fall from her pretty blue eyes.
She’s hurting.
She cannot make a smile for disguise.
She’s hurting.
Their love was interfered by many.
She’s hurting.
She’s been broken-hearted by plenty.
She’s hurting.
Her happiness has been shattered.
She’s hurting.
How it happened doesn’t matter.
She’s hurting.
What can I do to help?
She’s hurting.
When I also blame myself.
She’s hurting.
A friend of mine is in pain.
She’s hurting.
The world has gone insane.
She’s hurting.
Tell me what I can say.
She’s hurting.
To make her pain go away.

5-5-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. For a friend (R.L.)