God Has Made My Form

Creep by creep, crawl by crawl.
The earth is such a trek.
Craggy rocks and thorny bushes
Threaten to make me wreck.
Danger appears, sounds terrify.
I hide within my shell.
I’m just a sluggish sea turtle.
I do not fight too well.
Alas the water, my safety net.
I swim within the depth.
A whole other world to battle
With every creature met.
Yet there is a blessed gift
I still have on my side.
God has made my form.
In His hand I do abide.

12.17.19 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my Sea adult coloring book

For You

For you I walk away
From all that interferes
With You trying to comfort me,
And taking away my fears.
For You I lay aside
All that tries to compete.
You alone
Make my heart complete.
For You I reevaluate
All that’s dear to me.
No more questions linger.
I can see clearly.
For You I pen the end with love,
And know You do the same.
My loving God who loves me.
My God who knows my name.

4.2.19 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Delightful Celebration

Twinkle, twinkle, Christmas light,
You brighten the Christmas tree.
I love to watch your playful dance
As you entertain me.
Tinsel and glitter, how you glisten.
I love to watch you shine.
You make the tree come alive.
The pleasure is all mine.
Balls and bows, and ornaments,
Garland to wrap around.
A beautiful star to top the tree,
And presents to be found.
A delightful way to celebrate
The life of Jesus Christ.
The Savior born to be a King.
Our Lamb of Sacrifice.

12.2.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: our 2019 Christmas tree.

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

Abundant Words or Lack Thereof

Yesterday, just weeks ago, or even next month.
It doesn’t matter the time.
Every chance I try to sit and write with You,
I Have so much on my mind.
I thought that was a good thing
For the writer in me to have so much to say,
Yet when I go to put it in ink
The words just run away.
How cruel they are to scream so loud,
“I want to be heard!”
Yet when I go to set them free,
They do not whisper a word.
Bottled up, tangled up,
Scrambled and fried inside.
Thoughts, emotions, dreams, and life
Suddenly seem to have died.
One last time I make an effort
By bringing it to You.
Abundant words or lack thereof?
You’ll know what to do.

2-25-19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Written As Poems

Sweet as flowers that smell so nice.
Fresh as air that fills the sky.
Drifting as a leaf set free.
It’s all so beautiful to me.
Painted as a scenery of flight.
Colored as though there’s so much light.
Closing as the setting sun.
The poems are written. The book is done.

1-26-2019 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Your Last Warning!

Do you not hear?
Do you not know?
I’m so tired of
You not letting go!
SCREEEEEAM!!!
I’ve had enough!
I will not run!
I just give up!
I give you over
To my God.
What I lack,
He’s got.
Courage, strength,
The voice to be bold.
You do not scare me
With your hold.
As He hath spoken,
He will command.
Let her go!
Don’t touch her hand!
Leave her body!
Leave her head!
Who you think you were
Is now dead!
My child is strong,
And I am stronger.
You will torture her
No longer!
You’ve had your fun.
You’ve had your mourning.
You’ve now been given
Your last warning!

1.21.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Soul Expression

If I write a poem,
Will I be set free,
Or will they read
And just judge me?
Should I let that matter?
It locks my soul within.
Being open is not a crime.
Expression is not a sin.
Yet I still care for God
All that I say or do,
For others attach God
To everything about you.
I want to set the example,
Yet I also want to express.
Could it be Godly
To share with the rest?
Could it be God’s will,
His gift for me to share
That others might see
For even our brokenness
He cares?
Dear Lord, I pray Your will
Upon my soul and pen.
If it be Your gift to me,
Help me to set it in ink.

12-20-2005
Written by Gail Brookshire

Write For Him

“Write to me. Write to your God.”
I hear You speak to me clearly.
“Write to Him. Write to your God.”
My heart speaks to my pen so dearly.
A letter, a poem, a song for the soul.
Create, praise, and teach.
Rewrite, reread, reproof,
Build, thank, and reach.
Whatever the message You send,
My pen and heart long to obey.
And when I know I’ll be the first to read,
I am eager to hear what You say.
Ink, paper, and God’s inspiration.
Tools that minister for Him.
Computer, email, and God’s intervention.
Ways to help share about Him.
Rhythm, rhyme, meter
Are not what makes the Word.
It is who wrote it and why,
As well as to be read and heard.

8-10-2003 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire