Drifting Beauty

This glorious beautiful day on the Parkway
Is such an exquisite luxury to my soul.
It displays so much love and glory,
And makes the world seem whole.
What precious escapes You give us
Within the majestic touch of Your hand.
Your warmth says all is well.
Your stillness says how well You understand.
Your clouds drift by
And beckon me,
“Allow yourself
To drift with me.”
Your open blue
Lifts me up,
“I am a part
Of His great love.”
How can this symphony
Be anything else
Than the sweetest pep talk
Just for myself?
Your drifting beauty says,
“I am here with you
Because you, My child,
Are a part of me too.”

1-20-2017 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Such a Pretty Day

The pine trees have such a pretty green.
Pretty colorful leaves lie on the ground unseen.
Pretty oranges, light greens, dark greens, and brown.
And such a pretty green grass covers the ground.
Such a pretty shade of blue mixed clouds, catches an eye.
You feel so warm as they pass by.
Figures come to the eye, clouds before the storm.
They seem to ruffle, causing waves to form.
Higher in the sky is the bright shining sun.
Yet also the moon is seen, seems kind of fun.
Saturday is such a pretty day, it warms you so.
A peaceful and calm feeling comes, one I didn’t know.
Children laughing, parents amusing, so good to hear.
With such a feeling, it’s like heaven is just so near.
You almost feel like the world is so nice.
But today is special, with peace as the spice.
With the sun warming your skin and hair,
You let your mind wander, you’re in mid-air.
It’s such a pretty day.

3-16-1986 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Scared of our country being at war made me appreciate a pretty day.