Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary

  • Can we postpone Jesus' coming by expecting it?

    On Saturday, we are all going to be singing the classic 90’s REM song, “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.” There’s been a lot of hoopla about the May 21st people. The obvious answer from most Christians is simply quoting verses like Matthew 24:36. But how far Continue reading

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  • How Brilliant

    (A simple ode to simple times, a oldie but goody) Until the glowing red coals breathe their last breath and turn black Until the conversation dwindles and the stars say all that is left I will stay here I will wait I will be content Until the ocean calls me away to somewhere with new Continue reading

  • Hypocrisy, Hare Krisna Monks & Heresy- AKA Come Together

    and the lonely voice of youth cries “what is truth?” -Johnny Cash Yes, I am one of those people who attempts to come up with lame alliterations to try to make a catchy blog-post title. I am also trying to lure you in with quotes by the man in black. However, this hacked-up attempt is Continue reading

  • Gypsy Heart

    (This is an older poem that never published online, just in my book All Things Are Becoming New.)             Gypsy Heart I am so tired of this bouncing ball It brings an ache to my bones Causing me to age beyond my years I can’t see past this waterfall These Continue reading

  • Choose Life- Running from The Chairman

    This is not about abortion or politics. (insert sigh of relief here.) This is about taking responsibility for my own actions, beyond that, my own feelings and thoughts. (ugh, even better.) These are some of the most painful lessons, but every human being has to learn them during their time on this earth, and always  Continue reading

  • Where my middle name comes from

    My mother’s name is Gale. It is my middle name, as her middle name is my grandmother’s name. Two definitions of Gale are: 1.a very strong wind. 2.a noisy outburst: a gale of laughter filled the room. Both of these definitions fit my mom well. My mom doesn’t sit still for long. She was always Continue reading

  • Talitha Cumi

    (I wrote this poem two years ago, yet it has renewed relevance for now) This knife is sharp enough to make a rainbow bleed A thousand pieces of ribbon in the sky Get caught in treetops and buildings I wonder how she got to this spot so far from where she was I wonder where Continue reading

  • Why Are We So Afraid To Fall?

    Here I tumble through space and time grasping for things sticking out from the edge truth reality stability, mostly but I am falling for a reason My reason has nothing to do with tripping up (although thats what happened) It’s mostly because I need to live to feel the wind rushing around me the air Continue reading

  • After the Storm

    There’s been an awful lot of storms lately. This weekend, I observed blackness parading across the sky, throwing down giant handfuls of rain on the earth below. The ceiling of the atmosphere begin to crack, zig zagged white strikes revealing purple under tones. I love storms. I can get caught up in them, lose myself Continue reading

  • Don't Live in (Dead) Thursday.

    What we focus on, we ultimately become. It’s a little sad when anti-sin messages heavily outweigh pro-Jesus messages in the church. An “Anti” message will always be a weak shadow compared to a “Pro” message.   The old system under the law of Moses was only a shadow, a dim preview of the good things Continue reading

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