Sacred words,
Secret souls,
Tragedies of pain.

More frustrations,
Soon to be insane.

So many characteristics.

How do we seem to miss it?

6-4-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Do you get it? No? Good! That’s the objective!

Night Writers

Friends of suicide.
Souls of the misunderstood.
Many thought they escaped.
If only they could.
Turning back the clock
Is a dream to the world.
Everyone is a prisoner to love.
The key is our search.
Friends of the future,
I warn you of death.
It is not the answer.
It’s only your last breath.

Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is our escape, the answer to life and death!
He waits to free you!

Friends of Spiritual Support

Friends and Spiritual Support…
God, You bless me with a great deal of both.
These people must carry God in their heart.
There is no other way they can inspire me,
Or make me cry for joy with such Godly thoughts,
Without Your Spirit placing them in their hearts.
Praise You for allowing me such an honor in hearing these words,
For the blessing of being the receiving party of such heavenly concern.
I know these souls truly care about me.
Anyone who takes enough time out of their day
To kneel on their knees before You,
And talk to You on behalf of me is truly a friend.
Thank You for hearing their words and answering their prayers.
You are great, oh Lord, to give me such a gift in these friends.
I just pray, dear Lord, that they are able to find comfort
In seeing Your beautiful work.
I thank You for looking after them when I cannot,
And that when I don’t even know they are praying for me
That You are there for them.

I thank You that I can trust You to look after them with love
And that when I don’t know to say thank you or I love you to them
That You find ways to say it all… with undeniable meaning.
I thank You that I can take time out to go down upon my knees in prayer
For all those I know who pray for me, those whom I don’t know that do,
And most importantly for those I know or don’t know need a prayer.
I thank You that You hear their cries, know their hearts, understand their pain.
Thank You for sitting with them in silence.
There are times when we just don’t know what to think,
And really don’t want to hear from those who think they know it all.
You spare us from such unwise moments and very unwise people.
Thank You for being wise enough to know that sometimes we just need
Someone to sit with us through the uncertainty and the unexplainable.

Thank You for being so loving and patient enough to be willing to suffer with us,
But also ready with an encouraging word when we’re ready for it,
And a spirit of joy for when we are ready to dance with it again.
Thank You for friends who fulfill that role for You.
That is what a friend is… a friend in need… with all understanding.
I pray that You will continue to allow me to be such an obedient child
In being a Godly friend for those whom You know need one, or just want one.
I give You the glory for such a privilege.
I am only able to do it because You enable me.
Praise You for the friend I have in Jesus.
His understanding is the greatest of all friends.
I praise You that I can share Him with all my friends, and strangers.
And I praise You that He is a friend to all those I’ll never even know…
Until we get to heaven,
When I can thank You for all of my friends,
Especially the one I have in You.

11-11-98 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Words of wisdom and sharing by Linda Friedman and Becky Bonner,
and all my friends who are always there for me on behalf of God! Amen!!

Flight Within The Love

Sunday… The eagle soars high in flight. Floating through the air. He soars in peace of mind. Not a care in the world. He doesn’t notice the world below him. The world in trouble. Instead he reminisces in the midst of his luxury of quietness. All he can hear is the sound of the wind going by.

As he passes through a cloud within each flutter of his wing, it reminds him of all the souls who have came and went so quickly in his life. And just as great as the impact of the breath-taking beauty of the cloud is, so were the souls of each friend that meant so much. It’s an empty, yet fulfilling emotion to have flown through so many clouds. They were the only value of the flight. For as each one went by, they caused such wind to swift up on his face, bringing tears to his eyes. And as soon as they were out of sight, the eyes were drying, but the memory of the cloud would always linger. For each cloud had its own unique shape and form. Its very special characteristic.

As the eagle is soon exhausted by the flight of passing clouds, he remembers there is a world below without clouds. For you can’t even see through the storm of the life to view a special sentiment. But even so, the eagle also remembers that this is the storm that keeps him from having to be haunted, by the reality that the clouds have moved on without him, because he’s not of their world and as much as he wishes he could be one of them, he has to be saddened to know that there will always be passing clouds for as long as the skies hold up. And they will be new ones each time. They will never be the same. He’ll only have the beautiful memory of each cloud.

So it is only natural that the eagle chooses to occasionally touch ground with reality and shelter himself from the rain, that the clouds will bring. But whenever he misses the unique feeling of flight within the love, all he has to do is look up and they are there. And if the world below just happens to be crashing with thunder and lightning, and stealing his view of what he loves, all he has to do is keep his spirits up, to have the strength to lift those wings of his and fight his way through the rain. He will rise above the storm and be once again in the midst of his luxury of quietness.

How wonderfully exquisite it must be to have that freedom. I envy that eagle to a point, but then again feel so very sorry that he cannot bear the storm and vision what it’s like to see the rainbow after the dark. And the fresh washed soil of the land giving love to the trees, who have roots and share such beauty. They would give such support to the eagle and even have room for nesting on the arms of their limbs. They would never leave the eagle without love and support. Then again the eagle may be giving in to the fear of the tree falling or being broken by the wind. A storm can be overpowering for a tree, as the storm gets stronger and the tree gets older. If only the eagle weren’t so insecure about the stability of love, he could have the exquisite beauty of care.

As you relax and view the eagle in flight, do you see him looking down from time to time? If you were the eagle, would you continue to fly or nest in the tree? I would make my home in the tree and occasionally when I felt the need, I would fly.

1989 Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Flight magazine # 3, Spring ’94, pages 103-104)
(by the grace of God)