Once in a century of life,
Fair maidens would always dance.
They fell in love with Romeos
And dreamed of sweet romance.
Later on in eras passed,
The world would come to change.
Young girls would give birth to heirs
Of someone lost and deranged.
And those who took the midnight strolls,
As fair maidens of long ago,
Would later on become the ones
To surrender like we’ll never know.
And all the children left to learn,
As they fight their way through life,
Will only know the wickedness
That seeps from the edge of the knife.

9-16-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Defeated At Times

Defeated at times by the stress of life,
I wonder if I can really be saved.
Then I remember I already have been
and wonder why I have so easily caved.
Your power seems so nonexistent
to the never ending reality of this place,
yet it is the only thing that gets me through
and expresses your loving grace,
People seem so insensitive and demanding
and some are weak and greedy,
yet I too am a part of this rat race
and am surely so feeble and needy.
I lay upon this bed so late
praying for the rest I need in sleep,
praying also that I’ll see Your tender heart
in my dreams I gratefully keep.

6-7-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Love’s Wounds Unseen

Pain and agony

within a heart so young.

Beauty upon the face,

yet nothing can be done.

The soul who gave her love away

to a man with a ring

in faith that he would never stray,

but support her fragile wing.

Laid beneath the knife that cut,

to give their child a breath.

To give to him the son he wanted,

she knocked on the door of death.

Through the many nights of tears,

she laid and cried in doubt

knowing that someone else was holding

the man who gave their love out.

Stricken by so many hands

of a lover who shared her life,

she was once a maiden in love,

yet became a battered wife.

Now even with the children grown,

she is careful to keep it hidden.

For their marriage is still sacred to her

because to the family divorce is forbidden.


10-9-91 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

Fictional Visions

God, death is so cruel.
I know it’s reassuring and comforting too,
but why is it allowed to scare us,
to trick us,
to bring such horrible nightmares and terrifying fears?
Why are we allowed to be tormented
when we’re ready to accept the facts and face it as it was?
Couldn’t You please explain why in order to find love
we must first learn to deal with pain?
I know we must learn to appreciate and be thankful,
but why must we be terrified by visions of fictional scenes?
It’s just so hard to go through these changes of life and death.
Just please be with us and help us to grow and learn in faith.
Bless You and praise You,
our Sweet Jesus Christ our Lord, our Rock, and Salvation.
Thank You for love, life, and eternity.
Forever Loving You.

6-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Away From The World

So cold, I feel inside.
Alone, away from the world.
I’m constantly surrounded by others,
yet feel so isolated.
How can I relate my thoughts
to concerns of others?
Depression is so nasty,
but so comforting in a way.
Why do I feel so sorry for myself?
No one could do anything
about my problems,
except myself.
That’s why I try so much harder
to make sure I never learn
to eternally dwell in self-pity.
Thank you, God, for love, life, and reality.
You are all three
and I’m glad to be a part of each.

9-15-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)