The Clear Illusion

So many miles. So many adventures.
In haste I carried my soul away.
I put pleasure above obedience.
I was the prodigal daughter gone astray.
Moments of foolishness brought tears
That could not cease to fall.
I brought death to my spirit.
I had carelessly forsaken all.
I was certain You no longer cared for me,
Yet You met me with love and open arms.
I returned just to be in Your presence,
Where I knew I’d be safe from harm.
You were so broken to see my crushed spirit,
And wanted to nourish and restore.
Where I thought You liked me less,
You poured out love more and more.
The playfulness of my youth was an illusion,
But now I clearly see…
I don’t need to run to the world
When You’ve always been with me.

2.25.2020 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Another Presence Enters In

Ahem! Ahem! Can you hear?
I sense your game of doubt and fear.
You start the same, assuming I play.
You’re not concerned with what I have to say.
But ready or not, I become aware.
I have no pity left to spare.
You set me up to take a fall,
Then trip my feet to hear me call.
You want me crying out for you,
And want to be my hero too.
But another Presence has entered in.
He says this madness has to end.
This passing a life back and forth,
Only to throw remains on the floor
Is going to stop this very minute!
Only I can see the value in it.
Step away and let her be!
She belongs solely to Me!

8-15-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

No Longer Abandoned

My mind, my memory, my ability to speak.
It’s all starting to abandon me.
The letter, the notes, the wasted pen
All throw away the writer again.
Clarity, logic, the reasonable voice
All declare their cruel choice.
The people, the person, the one who knows
Wave as they say, “This is how it goes.”
Same old story. Same old line.
I dare to believe every time.
Yet there is no friend
Or ear to lend
To the inhumane
Who drives insane.
All this hope to make amends
When every soul only pretends.
I hear a voice speaking for me,
But am suddenly pinned by the enemy.
They all want to drive away
Anyone who wants to stay.
But their lack of presence welcomes His.
He says, “Enough of this!”
Your game is over and I have won!
No longer will she be abandoned!

8-15-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Revived and Refreshed

A book, a journal, and a therapeutic pen.
A life, a struggle, and a journey with a friend.
Pain, shame, and a fragile young brain.
God’s true word to wash away the stain.
Hardship experienced becomes a testimony.
God doesn’t want us to be a phony.
Personal words, private days, not everything is spoken.
God hurts when His children are broken.
Healing words, healing ways, healing from many sources.
The Holy Spirit guides us each along our courses.
A smile, a glow, a warm and tender heart.
God revives, refreshes, and gives a brand new start.
Open your eyes, your heart, and your mind to the One who gave it.
There is a life, a love, and a body, and God can save it.

7-18-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: finishing Caralyn’s Bloom journal

Incidental Mental

Wind blown and flown,
I dance on my own.
I dance with the wind in the end,
Then dance again.
I’m a lifeless leaf, an abandoned sheaf,
Experiencing life to be brief.
There’s no other flower this entire hour
That can resist the need to cower.
These may be words you’ve sometimes heard
Before scrambled with the sword.
But they cut all the same, taking no names,
And never leaving anyone to blame.
So just for awhile I manage to smile,
And pray there is no guile.
Persuaded you’re gentle, I become mental,
And completely incidental.

6-11-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Tribulation: Life Dramatically Changed

Little girl. Authority figure. Life dramatically changed.
Life of innocence. Ugly Evil. Traumatically deranged.
Battle scars. Wounded thoughts. Walls that were not there.
Fear and dread. Guilt and shame. Heavy burdens to bear.
Loving King. Roaring Lion. Armor for the Soldier.
Sword and shield to fight the war. A pair of arms to hold her.
We’re warned in John 16:33 there shall be tribulation.
Be of good cheer, He has overcome. There is cause for celebration!
The snake will hiss, and sometimes bite. The scorpion will sting.
The dove will cover with shelter and comfort in His loving snowy wing.

3.2.2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Silently Inside

Pain has come and pain has gone.
It’s up and down as life goes on.
Unwelcomed tears, still they came.
You must obey the rules of the game.
No room for fear. Nowhere to hide.
You can only cry aloud silently inside.

The voice will fade. The pain will too.
You must learn to breathe it through.
Trust the one instructing you.
Only they know what to do.
Leave those closing eyes open wide.
You can cry aloud silently inside.

Caught within a world of fury.
Self made judge and jury.
So much noise within the silence.
Penned beneath the raging violence.
Muffled within the voice that tried.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.

Wasted life upon the floor.
Her Savior shouts, “They’ll be no more!
The life I made. The life I love
Will take no more push and shove!
My child, you need no longer hide.
I heard you cry aloud silently inside.”

2-3-2019 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
“But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.”

– Psalm 59:16 KJV

Behind the Wire

Struggling behind the wire, I pray.
I ask You to help and lead the way.
The glasses are on, with one free.
I try to resist closing my eyes to see.
I hear the voice saying, “Can you try?”
I hear the other voice say, “Why?”
Water rushes through my ears.
The sound is too loud to hear.
Did we go where You wanted to?
Have we started or are You through?

1-25-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Persistent War

Grip this. Grip that.
Grip away, and that is that.
Closed hand. Closed fist.
God is finally closing this.
Driven nails. Driven pain.
You will not drive me insane.
Closed eyes. Closed lids.
God has had enough of this.
Persistent pain. Persistent pressure.
God’s persistent love I treasure.
Remember this. Remember that.
God remembers every spat.
Forgetting now. Forgetting then.
God chooses to forget sin.
Given birth. Given mirth.
Through God given worth.

1-22-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Unlocking My World

Locked in a world
That shuts You out…
Tries to scare me
And make me doubt.
I get so agitated
Or simply depressed.
I start to fear
You will love me less.
Yet You assure me
That’s just more lies.
Your love for me
NEVER DIES.
Holding the key,
You unlock my world,
And boldly proclaim,
“This is MY girl!”

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

You Know I Am Her

Serving You is my desire.
Loving You is my pleasure.
Just to know You
Is life’s greatest treasure.
You think so much
Of Your darling child,
Regardless of how much
She can be wild.
You tell her of
Your endless love,
And her home awaiting
With You above.
You know I am her,
And she is me.
You have come
To set us free.

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Your Last Warning!

Do you not hear?
Do you not know?
I’m so tired of
You not letting go!
SCREEEEEAM!!!
I’ve had enough!
I will not run!
I just give up!
I give you over
To my God.
What I lack,
He’s got.
Courage, strength,
The voice to be bold.
You do not scare me
With your hold.
As He hath spoken,
He will command.
Let her go!
Don’t touch her hand!
Leave her body!
Leave her head!
Who you think you were
Is now dead!
My child is strong,
And I am stronger.
You will torture her
No longer!
You’ve had your fun.
You’ve had your mourning.
You’ve now been given
Your last warning!

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Questionable Affair

If I’m hidden in a clue
Or covered by a mask,
Could you decipher
My needed task?
If I bend with the wind,
And go with the flow,
Would you know where
I intend to go?
If I fall from the sky,
And begin to fly,
Would you even notice
Me passing you by?
Alas I prepare
To ride the air,
And end this
Questionable affair.

1-17-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Desiring a Special Love

I wanna be loved!
Ok… there I said it!
I wanna be loved by somebody,
And I am so tired of feeling ashamed
Just to admit it.
That is so sad…
That my world would make me feel
Like it’s horrible to say it,
Or selfish to even think it.
I know I have my family.
I know I have my friends.
I especially have my church family.
Yet I still have a yearning
To be loved by that special someone,
And to be that special someone
For the love of my life.
My God given love.
And I know God has no problem
With me saying it, writing it, or feeling it.
His words says it.
“It is not good for man to be alone.”
Even if I am gifted with singleness
For the rest of my life,
There is nothing wrong with the desire
To want to be loved by someone special.

12-20-2005 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I am always loved by someone special in Christ!