He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
For the times, I confided in you today.
You didn’t think bad of me. You didn’t walk away.
Instead you understood and gave me good advice.
I couldn’t believe the friend I found. What a nice surprise.
All the times I lied to you in fear of opening up.
I now see that I should’ve always given you my trust.
But now I know your sincerity, and that you really care.
I just hope I’m not too late to let you always be there.
12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW
It’s really very flattering,
But pretty aggravating.
Everyone’s always doing it.
Sometimes it’s frustrating.
I know you mean no harm,
But still it’s just too much.
Mostly because it’s unnerving
And embarrassing as such.
So try to understand
That though it’s very nice,
When you woo the evil,
You could pay the price.
9-9-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenged me to write on why it makes me so uncomfortable when people wink at me, especially strangers.
You asked me what I mean by this expression.
It simply means I hurt too much to talk about it.
Or sometimes it means I’m protecting myself from being used by sacred feelings.
And sometimes it means that I would rather keep the world out.
A refusal to sharing.
A reposal to caring.
It means that my heart is tired of dealing with it.
That my soul is worn out.
That I’m actually weaker when I’m using this as a front to reprove how strong I am.
It’s a rebellion to those who try to invade…
And maybe encounter the cross overs of burial grounds already occupied.
It’s motivation.
A reason to look you in the eye and protest with strong defense,
And overwhelm you with deception.
Surely to turn you away.
Quietly or destructively.
However you choose.
When it comes to any topic, subject, or matter
Pertaining to the conversation or expression involved,
When I use this classic cliche,
I simply mean it as I do now on what you think,
I could care less.
9-9-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Challenged by TW to explain what I meant when I used this expression so much when I was younger. I did use it a bit much. Wow, was I filled with so much anger.
Thank You, God, for opening my heart to You and this beautiful world of people You created!
First, you must hold a candle
To all those who have deceived.
Secondly, you must be convincing
Enough to make me believe.
Next, you must be willing to stay
When I need you the most.
And hopefully you would realize
I need someone to hold.
Fifth, you would have to be aware
Of the cruelty in betrayal of confidence.
Sixth, you would have to believe in me,
For I am suppose to be your friend.
Seventh, you must be willing to accept me
Just the way I am.
Eighth, you must respect my privacy,
And yet also understand.
Ninth, you would have to be merciful
To forgive me at my worst.
And last of all, you would have to survive,
Knowing I wanted you to hurt.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenged me write 10 ways I know I can trust you.
Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus ❤ God is my hero!
The world is so loving.
We have so many dreams.
We’re all going to make it to heaven someday.
God is a caring man.
God gave His Son for us.
We can be forgiven.
We must have faith.
We must love one another.
And we must never leave
God out of our lives.
And we must give the children
Our love and support.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW asked me to write about what I want to teach my son.
God is so good to be our voice and our pen.
God s my hero!
If I could change 10 things about myself,
I would start with the way I think.
I would remember the things that are happy,
And my depressing obsession would sink.
I would change the fact that I date somebody
I am not happy with.
And would never again have sex
With someone I think is sick.
The lies would have to stop.
I would never deceive another.
Hurting someone would be wrong.
And I’d be only a friend, not a lover.
And definitely, I would never say,
Oh how I long to die.
For what I am really saying is,
Oh won’t you watch me cry?
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenging me to write 10 things I would change about myself.
God answers prayer! God is my hero! ❤
Paradise… you ask me to imagine this place.
Well… it’s far away. No one can touch this world.
It’s very beautiful.
Flowers are blooming into beautiful roses, white roses, black roses, yellow roses, purple morning glories, pink roses, pink morning glories, daisies, dandelions, and all sorts of shapes and colors of mountains.
With a beautiful mixture of colors in a sunrise over the crest of the mountains.
Causing a pink glow in the midst of a purple sky, with white clouds in the mixture.
You can pick the flowers, but choose not to.
Unless you pick the dandelion.
You see the multitude of loved ones. The ones who hold your heart.
And as you turn away, you feel as though it’s safe. Safe to runaway.
You come to the gate. A gate made of white gold, trimmed in brass.
Emeralds within the structures. With laces of black, white, and purple, and pink.
You can smell the seductive aroma of the perfumed grasses so elegantly growing and swaying in the ever so gently breeze.
You open the gate by the brass handle and enter into a world of ecstasy.
You lay down in the fields, flat on your back.
Looking up at the sky, all alone in the field, you just close your eyes and feel the comforting warmth of the shining sun, glaring down upon your skin.
You are soon lost. Taken to another world.
That will eventually leave a smile on your face.
And you are really happy. There is no faking it. You are perfectly content.
This is paradise.
10-10-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A writing challenge from a friend asking what paradise meant to me.
I was 20 years old when I was answering this.
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