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!

My Faithful Prince of Peace

Shutter… I shake an inward concern.
My how your fear invades.
To give voice to your presence,
Terror cascades.
And therein lies the flaw.
The key to the guarded gate.
But there is a warrior
Who anticipated this fate.
He is strong and very present.
Shielded with armor in hand.
He will not allow entrance
To this promised land.
This is a place
That He promised me.
I am safe to be unguarded.
I am safe to be free.
Weapon dismantled,
You are cast to your knees.
I have been protected
By my Faithful Prince of Peace.

1-11-2017 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a safe place

What Was Only Ours

Samson, you disappoint me.
You let me down.
After so many years of nurturing,
Of personally preparing you,
And giving you strength like no other.
After everything you have meant to me,
I have meant so little to you
That you would kiss away that strength
With the breath from your lips.
Words that betray.
Words that reveal.
Words that invite the enemy
To take you away from me.
You have given yourself over to them.
And when you have awakened
From your lullaby of love,
You will find yourself abandoned…
Chained… imprisoned… and alone.
And the strength you’ve come to rely on
Will be gone.
How you grieve me.
How you break my heart.
You have allowed evil to separate us
When I long to hold you so close
And wish you had trusted me,
That you had protected what was only ours.

12-9-2016 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Samson’s Secret Strength

The Bridge

The bridge… that bridge that draws me in.
That bridge that beckons me to cross.
That beckons me, “Come.”
From one side to another
Beauty conquers my fear.
Beneath… a flow that streams…
A stream that flows.
With every passing trickle
Life runs cold.
It’s a rocky bottom…
That hard floor with a soft bed,
Laid exquisitely between the mountains.
And underneath the blue sky…
That Blue Ridge Canvas.
It’s the perfect spot.
I have fallen in love…
Time and time again…
With that bridge that overlooks
The passing beauty.

3-21-2017 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Speak No Leak

Speak… no leak.
The clues must not be.
All the foes who seek
Will know how to weaken me.
Wink… think shrink.
Be careful not to expose.
One link could make me sink
If they are allowed to know.
Start… smart.
Don’t let the bright shine in.
Cart the heart
And secure the word within.
Roses… hoses.
Things outside can harm.
Moses poses
With all his Godly charm.

10-19-2005 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Isolated For Christ

Isolated for a cause,
I search for a way to survive.
It’s not so tragic to try.
Christ had to strive.
No friends, no lover,
I must answer on my own.
Still my heart cries,
“It’s not good for [woman] to be alone.”
Church family accompanies.
Christians uplift each other.
But they have their own families.
They do not need another.
Days are so long.
Nights are even longer.
Fond memories of laughter
Make it hard to be stronger.
I do want to walk my walk.
I do want to talk my talk.
I just wanted to share the path
Without provoking God’s wrath.

7-31-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire