TOMBSTONES

Markers of a burial.
Reminders of a death.
Smile for the destruction.
There is no resurrection
For the souls who are lost.
Caskets lay beneath the dirt.
Bodies once embalmed.
The end of a era.
Names aren’t of real value.
They’re left disgraced.
How do you prevent it?
You don’t.
I pass by the gate of the graveyard.
I’ve seen mine.

10-29-1989
written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Because I had so many friends being murdered at a young age,
I was convinced I was to be killed at a.young age too.

God Leads the Way

Journeys can be so long, so enduring,
taking turns and continuing on.
Spirits can become so weary.
Strength can seem to be gone.
Paths appear all along the way.
The signs are tangled in brush.
The briers, thorns, and thistles
are each so lush.
Yet somehow God allows the soul
to sense that discreet sign
that clearly defines God’s direction.
He is able to lead the blind.God
Strengthening that weary soul,
He embraces them so dear.
Peace floods the barren soul
with assurance God is here.
Walking along with Him
the journey continues on
with God leading the way
to His only begotten Son.

6-10-15 written by Gail Brookshire