BEAUTIFUL

Beautiful, that’s what this day is.
It’s more than any wish.
How could one not enjoy this treasure?
To one as I, it’s more than a pleasure.
If only I had a soul to share it with.
Only then, it would be greater than this.
For as the sun warms my soul,
I am lost in a world of gold.
There’s so much joy in finding peace.
My only wish is for it to never cease.
How wonderfully beautiful it is today.
How sad it is to know it will go away.
But while it’s here, I’ll enjoy every minute,
And cherish every beauty within it.

3-13-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: What a beautiful day it truly is!!

The Cool Comfort


I feel as if I’m living the life of sand on a beach, on the sunniest days. Everyone is sweating from the heat they feel all over. Their one desire is to hit the water. As they descend from their clothing, they think of nothing but themselves yearning, caring not who they may hurt. There is not even one thought of hurting someone. When all along, I lay there just as hot as they are… burning inside. I cannot run, nor swim within the ocean. I cannot release my heat, flaming at its highest. And the water is only there to tease me, just a taste of comfort for my edges, my so called shores. Yet, it’s there for my protection.
All come forward… racing, running for the water… “The Cool comfort”. Trampling with their feet, they come to my rescue. Shadowing the bright hot rays of the sun… with their bodies, their towels, the things they bring for amusement. I’m relieved of the heat by their abuse. They think nothing of me, except maybe a world of pleasure, which is really a deception on my part. They are really in love with the water, at least for the time being, for their pleasure. The only thing I find refreshing are the children who mold me into sandcastles, bringing me the water to sink within my soil, a chance to live another life. I make them smile, make them laugh. Yet, soon they forget their dream and tear my walls down.
Soon, all will leave, all by the thousands, trampling again my molded edge. Yet, though it may seem they are releasing me from such a long day of torture, they are abandoning me, leaving me alone, to be a victim once again to the sun, and in fear that the ocean may attack with its mighty roaring waves, washing away my memories of the children. As it is, maybe that is all I’m left to dream for, the cool pleasure of relief from the rays with the flow of the ocean.
My paradise will forever be the moonlit nights, when the stars shine so elegantly within the ocean view. Together, we are all as one… the perfect dream for all to yearn. And that my friend, is all we will ever be… your dream.

4-10-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

The Harlot of Life (Prov.7)

Father, life comes at us like a harlot,
with its many comforts and flatteries.
Most often it is that soft and tender soul
who knows exactly how we feel,
and expresses how they care when no one else does,
or at least not like we need.
It is that wicked smile that says,
You don’t need to let things get you down.
You are better than that, deserve more than that.
You deserve good things.
You deserve to feel happy. You deserve to be happy.
Let me make you happy.” says the harlot of life.
“Let me shelter you from that which threatens to steal your happiness.
Let me be strong for you while being so tender to you.”
All so this harlot can feel happy.
But she is happiest when the giving of pleasure is filled
and it is her turn to receive pleasure.

Her pleasure is to be the one who inflicts the pain, the sadness, the destruction.
Her goal all along was to prove that she could win the soul.
Protect us, Lord, from the harlot of life.
Our souls are weak from hunger and oppression.
Keep us for you. Save us for our First Love.
The love that truly wants what’s best for us,
even if it means protecting us from what we want,
or taking us through the hardship that will prepare us from what is really to come yet.
Help us to cling to you when we feel scared.
Help us to spend time with you when we are lonely.
Help us to seek you when we are lost.
Help us to read your word when we need wisdom or guidance.
Help us to pray to you when we need answers.
Help us to listen when we need to hear.
Help us to hear when we need to listen.
Help us to remember that your heart longs for ours.
Help us to remember that we love you because you first loved us.
And when we need proof, help us to remember the cross.
May your tenderness and strength,
your sacrifice and shelter protect us from the harlot of life.
May your word and Spirit protect us from every form of harlot.
May you remain our First Love.

10-15-16 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 7