Reflecting Tranquility

The universe and everything I see,

Reflections of God…

Reflections of the sky, the clouds, the trees,

Reflections in the sea,

Reflections of nature,

Reflections of love,

Reflections of light,

Reflections of beauty,

Reflections of you,

Reflections of me,

Reflections of peace, grace and harmony,

Reflections of tranquility…

Reminding me to let it go, let go and just be.

by gilda patricia

The Tick Tock Game

clock by Karen Gonzalez

  Every time I ask for time,

                   High and dry time leaves me,

                     Yet when I’ve had enough of time,

  Tocks drone on unceasing.

                     “Oh fickle, flighty time, why can’t you ever please me?

                Like a cat and mouse chase,

                     Little spinning hands running circles in my mind,

…stiches, streams, ticks, and crunches,

                     No minute to rewind or even unwind!

                    Then suddenly left to whittle away dull hours,

                     Or count sheep till dawn, 

                 When will this silly Tick Tock game ever end?

 Perhaps I can reframe time,

                    By placing life itself,

Higher than the ticking clock upon my mantelpiece?

                   For life is the most masterful Timepiece…

                    Exquisite and sublime,

                  Of timeless beauty and grand design,

                     Moving with precision and grace in divine time,

                     Fashioned by God the Master Craftsman,

                     His signature carved inside.

                  While the Tick Tock game lacks clear rhyme or reason,

                     Life’s eternal Timepiece, set to love, is always right on time,

                     No matter the season, reason or rhyme.

by gilda patricia

 (Be at peace knowing the beautiful Timepiece whom is your Brother, Mother, Father, Sister, Cousin, Friend, Aunt, Uncle, lover, etc… goes on and on…with or without the Tick Tock game…forevermore.)                                                                                             

Imperfect Mom

Dads may offer kids a leg up,

And moms always got their back,

But a mom’s love is that which is beyond compare.

Speaking as a mom I must admit,

I mess up a bit,

But that’s ok because…

I’mperfect as is.

With one little apostrophe,

There’s so much possibility!

From Impossible to I’mpossible,

From Impatient to I’mpatient,

From Imperfect to I’mperfect,

From Imbalanced to I’mbalanced.

Remember moms to embrace your perfect imperfection,

Because you’re doing great!

by gilda patricia

Why Tend?

Divine Feminine as,

Caretaker,

Upkeeper,

Nurturer,

Sustainer,

Unfailing lover,

Of Divine Masculine,

And his creations, productions and treasures.

She stops,

Sits, takes stock, feels, sees, senses,

Then transforms heaven and earth,

By her loving intuition and intention.

Divine Mother,

Sewing, weaving,

And piecing together,

Divine Masculine’s creations,

Into one harmonious and glorious,

Web of souls…

Peacefully, joyfully, ecstatically

My soul remembers and is remembered,

Love overflows.

-gilda patricia

Wholesome Love

The beauty and joy of wholesome (whole-sum) love,

…Souls remade in perfect oneness,

Real…Now…

Here for us!

This wholesome, magnetic, electric,

Field of love…

God’s love, true-self love, soul family love…

Love…love…love,

Love’s expert sewing needles stitching together,

Resuscitating, recirculating, reverberating,

recalibrating, reigniting,

And repairing each frozen,

Broken, hidden, brittle hole,

Reworking every mismatch, misstep and mis-stitch,

Calling lost souls back into love’s precious fold,

Held in one tender, life affirming blanket,

Of compassionate warmth,

Time for reveling in God’s rich,

Ever-green, pot of golden love,

A healing elixir,

for one and all,

Once and for all.

Happy New Year of help, hope and healing, 2021!

-gilda patricia

Dawn of the Heart

Shoveling away the last frozen remnants,

Within my heart sphere,

Dislodging calcification,

This quickening heart claims sovereignty,

Reawakened by long forgotten warmth,

Revived, rekindled, rejuvenated,

Ready to love.

This Christmas season,

Jesus’ divine love,

Enters into dark, musty, dusty,

Once deserted, abandoned, neglected,

Chambers, caverns, alleyways,

Trenches, basements, coves,

And other hidden spaces.

Clearing the way, shining a light,

Ushering in a new day,

For Divine Feminine….

Her arrival exquisite, yet imbued with subtle grace,

Touched by the most tender, patient, ever-loving,

And eternal heart of Jesus,

My heart beats in time.

May each heart attune,

Keeping pace with the beat of love,

Ready to strike up a delightful new melody,

And sing a new song,

At this unprecedented time,

Of unity’s dawn.

-by gilda patricia

Sister Moon

Brave sister,

Bright, beautiful moon,

Lighting up the night sky,

Darkness all around,

What a wondrous gift,

Soft, forgiving and kind…

Your light most sublime,

Easing my worries,

Clearing my mind,

Guiding my meanderings,

In the gentlest of ways.

Oh sweet sister moon,

Where would I be,

Without you in my life?

Standing reservedly on the ground,

I peer upwards in wonder and awe…

Watching as you easily dispel,

The darkness which surrounds.

And I am so proud!

Without one graceless move,

Without one single sound,

Just your gentle, loving night light.

Shine on sister moon!

(Dedicated to my dearest sister Tree, love you!)

-by gilda patricia