A Cooling Off

The windows are open.
The sun is shining bright.
Yet the dark clouds
Are just as present
And dropping the rain
Very strong upon the earth.
They are both standing their positions.
The rain pours down the windshield
And windows that are closed.
It’s enough to blur the view.
The world is not as clear.
The breeze caresses the flowers,
Yet is unfelt by the skin.
A cooling off for earth.

8-19-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: God and His wonderful ways. 🙂

Smitten for Jesus

Another page for another day.
A couple of words are written
To testify of a Savior’s love
By the one who is completely smitten.
Fierce in wrath, tender in love,
Grace and mercy are His ways.
Longing to see the mansion prepared,
I eagerly await the days.
Singing, praising, rejoicing all around.
I can hear the heavenly host asound.
“O hear ye, o hear ye, ye who will hear.
God, your heavenly Father, loves you so dear!”

7-18-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Incidental Mental

Wind blown and flown,
I dance on my own.
I dance with the wind in the end,
Then dance again.
I’m a lifeless leaf, an abandoned sheaf,
Experiencing life to be brief.
There’s no other flower this entire hour
That can resist the need to cower.
These may be words you’ve sometimes heard
Before scrambled with the sword.
But they cut all the same, taking no names,
And never leaving anyone to blame.
So just for awhile I manage to smile,
And pray there is no guile.
Persuaded you’re gentle, I become mental,
And completely incidental.

6-11-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Beautiful Whispers of Love

Beautiful whispers of love
Within the wafting breeze
That playfully lifts my hair.
How tender it feels on my skin.
How loving it plays on my mind.
A smile must escape
To express my gratitude.
Thank You for thinking of me
And sending Your love to me.

4-28-2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Addressing You

If I write a poem or two
For addressing you,
What does it mean that I bothered?

Younger or older,
Which one is bolder?
Everything seems altered.

One, two, or three.
Can’t seem to agree,
Yet work together to manipulate.

Home and school.
Just more rules.
You firmly stipulate.

Then or now
Doesn’t matter anyhow.
Life just took its turn.

Time to fly
And say Goodbye.
There’s really no need to mourn.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Therapeutic Escapes

Hacks, and jacks, and unclaimed thoughts.
Which one am I?
Hello, Goodbye, miscommunicating altogether.
Don’t even know why.
Highs, lows, the roller coaster of life.
Which ride today?
Younger self, Defensive self, the whole is incomplete.
Which role will I play?
Denial. Avoidance. Therapeutic escapes.
Where shall I go?
Fly the sky, among the clouds so high.
There’s nothing left below.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Penned Through the Pages

Words of a Savior penned through the pages.
Salvation shared throughout the ages.
A King, a bride, a wedding invitation.
A Father, a Son, reconciliation.
Chariots of Fire, a mansion prepared.
Save your oil. None can be spared.
Baby Jesus, baby Moses, twins that fight in the womb.
False imprisonment, wrongful death, finding the empty tomb.
Baby Samsom, baby Samuel, my strength comes from the Lord.
Baby Isaac, baby Ishmael, sin lies at the door.
Do not fear. Don’t be afraid. Angels out of nowhere.
Fight the bear. Fight the giant. David is in despair.
Mother Mary, Harlot Mary, Jesus is Lazarus’ friend.
John the Baptist, John the disciple, a Revelation in the end.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire