Some people need to be famous,
And others need to be rich;
But there are days,
I don’t even think,
I need to be loved,
As much,
As I need,
To be,
heard.
God says,
“I hear each beat of your heart,
Before you even form a thought,
Or move your lips to speak (a word).
As I open my heart,
The peace of God’s truth,
Settles in,
And We share a TENDER SILENCE.
“Thank God, You hear me.”
-Gilda Patricia
Would you only,
Know a sunrise,
If it’s golden tones,
Were real nuggets,
Of gold?
Or a rainbow,
If it’s green hues,
Were cold, hard,
Dollar bills?
And if a thousand,
Sand dollars,
Were strewn,
Across the beach,
Glistening in the sun,
Like silver;
Would they need to be,
Susan B. Anthony,
To catch your eye?
The worth,
Of the stars,
The sky,
And the sea,
Is unknown,
To one,
Who’s heart is a sieve;
Merely panning the horizon,
For some “choice”commodity.
Surmising the only thing,
Of value (in the world),
Is that which,
Can be bought and sold,
Sieves out,
All the beauty,
Wonder and awe,
From my brain,
Replacing it instead…
With frozen little chunks of empty lies,
A life of real worth, devoid.
-Gilda Patricia
I don’t see life,
As a race to collect,
More and more experiences,
For the simple sake,
Of collecting them;
Only to be kept crumpled up,
In old worn out pockets,
Or locked away,
In dark, dusty closets.
Experiences need to be
Savored slowly,
Felt deeply,
And stored safely…
Turning otherwise,
Lost moments,
Into warm memories,
Tenderly cupped,
In open and loving hearts.
-Gilda Patricia
I find everything’s alright,
When I write…
Not because I have,
The power to make things right;
But the chance to,
Find my way.
And as I write,
A way is made.
-Gilda Patricia
A perpetual dreamer;
My head nearly always,
“In the clouds.”
Up, up, and away I’d fly,
Seeking and soaring,
To some amazing spiritual heights,
Once releasing,
Little buried chunks of past lies,
There was nothing to hold me back…
Then dirty, messy,
Sometimes ugly and chaotic,
Raw, real and wonderful,
“MOTHERHOOD,”
Brought me back down to earth,
Tethering me to my humanity,
Like a helium balloon,
Held tightly in the fist,
Of a small boy;
Keeping me from crashing,
And burning, into the sun.
Now heaven walks with me,
As I walk beside,
My sweet and precious son.
-Gilda Patricia
Once horrified by my human imperfections,
Not feeling up to standard,
Up to par,
Or truly deserving of love,
And acceptance.
Yet, I’ve learned the most,
About my value,
From these very limitations.
I just kept digging deeper,
And deeper still,
Searching for my worth,
Until I stumbled upon,
A most beautiful,
And priceless treasure,
One soft and utterly defenseless,
Beating heart.
One month ago today,
I happily entered this strange,
And wonderful,
“WordPress Land!”
It’s easy,
To get caught up wondering,
“Do you like my poems?”
“Do you like me?”
“Really? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?”
Everyone’s busy,
With lives to lead,
It’s easy to see.
So thanks for your interest,
And stopping to read…
What a blessing and a sweet surprise!
It brings me joy to meet,
Fellow soul travelers such as yourself,
With separate journeys,
Yet connected at our Essence or Core.
I’m touched by your likes and encouraging words.
Still keepin it all in perspective,
And keepin it real,
God “liked me” first;
His beloved child,
Most cherished and adored!
-Gilda Patricia
Lips,
Eyes,
Hair,
Skin,
My human (body) form,
Inside and out;
You see this,
And so much more…
Heart,
Mind,
Soul,
You see me,
In my entirety;
In my grandeur,
And frailty,
My successes,
And crushing failures,
Whether I’m smooth sailing,
With the wind behind,
Or swimming upstream,
Paddle-less.
Even when I’m standing still,
Or laying desperate,
Broken and defeated,
On the ground,
The whole world rushing by…
You see me.
Holding me steadfast,
In your loving gaze,
You see me as I am,
And I rise like a new day,
Warmed by the light,
Of the sun.
Thank God, You see me.
Thank you to the warm and wonderful wounded healer at http://www.thewoundedhealerblog.wordpress.com for nominating me for The Liebster Award for new bloggers, last week!
This has been quite an adventure for me so far. I’m just so happy to share my poems and glad
to get such positive feedback. The support and encouragement I’ve received from such gifted,
talented and warm hearted people is priceless! I am also hugely appreciative to every one of you who have liked, or
are following my soulful blogging adventure!)…
What can I say?
You entice me with your words,
Your rhythm, your pulse,
Music, I adore thee!
You take me on a journey,
Of the heart,
With memories of times long ago,
And loves lost.
But you candy coat them all,
With sweetness and fondness,
So they never rust,
Or get swept away like dust.
You define moments,
As I live them,
Making good ones seem more wonderful,
And tough times more palatable.
Music sweet music,
How do you weave your magic?
Your notes must be a sister cord,
To the heart strings of my soul!
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