Dreaming My Life Awake

Dreams… oh someone please talk to me about dreams.
I am so scared of mine!
I have so many.
Many do not make sense.
Many do not come twice.
And many won’t go away.
Why won’t they go away,
Or at least explain explain themselves.
I don’t want to stop dreaming
Because some dreams comfort me.
To have the good.
I must see the bad.
At least I forget some…
So easily.
I am so sad
When I can’t escape others.
Please help me.
I know that God talks to us in dreams.
My head is so filled with evil
That I am uncertain when
It is him or my subconscious.
I want to erase the nightmares,
But not if it means giving up
His sacred message.
I love Him too much to miss Him.
Time to go.
I have to wake up.

8-21-2005 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God, I’ve Done It Again

Well, I’ve done it again.
I’ve fallen for another temptation.
And all I can think about
Is how much I actually think I’ll miss it when it destroys me.
Why must I imagine such evil and wicked thoughts?
I am not evil,
And I will not give my soul away to anyone but You,
My Sweet Jesus Christ, My Savior.
I love You with my heart and soul,
Yet walk away.
Why am I so resistant of Your love?
Why does it scare me to know You care?
Why does it feel scary to be obligated and mean it?
Isn’t it OK to love someone?
Especially someone who loves You?
What’s so wrong with wanting to love,
And why is it so hard to do when You are so close?

Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I am so glad You got through to me, Jesus. It took such a long hard road to fall so in love with You, but I am so glad You never gave up! Thank You, for teaching me about true love… in You! ❤ I fall more and more each day! Gladly so!

Already Condemned

Stand upon a stairway,
Leading to the stars.
When the structure starts to quake,
Hold onto the bars.
Drive along the Golden Gate Bridge
And view the open earth.
And when the waters rock the land,
Do not taste the dirt.
When California’s earth quakes,
Don’t be afraid of them.
For long before they came along,
The world was already condemned.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: a California earthquake

Having My Teeth Pulled

It’s scary, fearful, and terrifying.
Yet I am so ashamed.
Like a child, I am crying.

Everyone goes through it.
So why am I so worried?
Why do I get these crazy thoughts…
Of being buried?

If I would go ahead
And let the dentist pull them out,
Then I could say tomorrow,
There is nothing to worry about.
Love Concerned.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Wisdom teeth