Mother

 Virgin Mary,

Ms. Divine Feminine,

Mother Earth,

And Earth Mothers alike…

You are the birth of life,

For countless shapes and types,

You are the shelter for pain,

You are the love sustained.

Beautiful and divine,

Or raw and unrefined,

Makes no difference,

A mother’s love is purely sublime.

 

Lovingly dedicated to my own beautiful mother,

by gilda patricia

 

Light the Change

The Light doesn’t fight,

Resist, run or hide from the dark,

 

It merely shines through it,

Providing knowledge, wisdom, 

Awareness and options.

 

Never demanding, pushing,

Begging, manipulating

Or controlling the dark.

 

So where is Light’s power?

 

…The simplistic bravery of

Standing in the light

of awareness,

 

When things really get clear,

 Change happens…

 

Like a pot about to boil,

A bucket stuffed to overflowing,

Or a balloon filled to capacity,

Ready to burst…

 

Change happens when we

Can no longer bear to deny

What was once hidden in the dark…

 

And so we become the Light.

 

And that is how Light conquers darkness,

Simply being and revealing itself,

With its soft, yet persistent, (not cruel) glow,

 

Only feels cruel to those,

Not yet ready to come out of hiding,

To face the Light…

Not yet, 

Ready,   

for   a      C h  a N g    e.

 

by gilda patricia

                                     

  

 

 

 

 

Thank God for Hell?

We need the rain to appreciate

A sunny day,

As we need struggle and pain,

To recognize beauty and ease.

We must have darkness,

To see a candle’s light,

As to witness the stars,

Of course we need night.  

 

It’s strange to have gratitude,

To stop and thank God,

For life’s hardships and heartaches…

But in rising like a phoenix,

From the depths of hell,

The taste of heaven,

Is always so much sweeter.

 

Some people bring us sunshine,

And pure delight!

But for those who offer,

Nothing but rain…

Strut across their dreary terrain,

Wrapped in your own,

Bright and beautiful rainbow.

 

by gilda patricia

 

He Took The Call

Jesus had a perfect link to Source,

Untainted, unbroken, understood.

When his Creator father called,

He answered…

With a vision perfect and crystal clear,

With a heart harboring no doubt,

With a life showing no resistance…

Even when things got tough,

Even with his body beaten, broken, blood stained,

Stripped bare of pride and human dignity,

Even up to the final breath,

Of his unfair death,

He never dropped the call.

Thank you Jesus for taking the call, thereby erasing our fate and securing our life everlasting.  

by gilda patricia

Life’s Pavement

Sitting with a cup of tea in the local cafe, 

Looking out onto the busy road before me,

So many people driving and walking by,

Hurrying and scurrying here and there,

Like ants; anonymous faces, going to

Anonymous places, doing anonymous things,

Nothing unusual, just an ordinary day.

 

But today I see with a sudden burst of clarity,

How each person is an entire universe,

Unto themselves…

Carrying within a world of gifts and talents,

A world rich in experiences and desires,

To achieve, help, create, heal and survive,

To love and be loved,

To be entertained or perhaps entertain,

A world of family, friends and acquaintances,

A world of their own personal history and legacy,

Of challenges obviously faced and overcome,

Or they would not still be HERE, now…

Hurrying and scurrying about like ants,

Across life’s temporary pavement,

Making their imprints in this world…

Then moving on to new worlds,

Taking an entire universe with them,

When they go…

 

by gilda patricia

 

We Don’t Die

God created a world,

Where people die.

Now, God is either,

Completely cruel,

Or we don’t really die…

Perhaps after death,

We simply turn inside out,

And keep right on living.

Maybe we’re actually,

Inside out right now,

Our hearts sealed up,

Inside hollow chest cavities,

Instead of right out there,

On our sleeves,

Beating wildly,

Bravely, fiercely,

To fullest capacity,

Without apology,

Alive.

 

gilda patricia

Last Laugh

The world does not seem to care so much,

about You.

To listen to, respect or have interest in,

To seek, to know, to follow, or emulate You.

For if money isn’t talking…

With ears, hearts and minds closed tight,

The world is up and quickly walking.

“God’s a joke!”  They say, “What can He

Do for me anyway?”

But one day we will see…

God always gets the last laugh,

Though He never shows it.

 

                              God, where You are Is the breathing air,

Where You are Is the living sea,

Where You are Is the pumping heart,

And the soul set free!

For where you are Is the life, the love,

The truth, and the beauty of me.

Though You’d never do it,

If You ever got up,

And slowly walked  a……….w……….a……….y.

Then…………..we’d…………..surely……………take……………notice,

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by gilda patricia