Jesus, Why?

No one told You to give up your life,

No one told You to die,

No one told You to forgive all our sins,

To carry Your cross to Your grave,

For life eternally ours.

So Jesus, I’d just like to ask, why?

No answer followed,

Just the gasp of a final breath,

And the proof of a love

Which could be no greater.

 

Blessed Good Friday to all.

-Gilda Patricia

Knowing

…I dreamt I saw you in the water,

And met you in the wood,

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

Tasting your breath in the salty air,

Your timeless touch,

Carried by the wind,

Tossing my hair.

Crossing the threshold of fantasy…

Close enough to brush away the tears

From my eyes. I dance in

Your sun and let

Your river run through me.

Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,

Swept up by Your grace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Perched Owl

Wise old owl perched high up in your tree,

Are you half awake or half sleeping?

“Awake, O’sleeper, and arise from the dead,

And Christ will give you light.”

Are you moving towards the light,

Or falling into darkness?

If you are confused, trust God,

And trust your instincts.

Watch for the leaning branch of complacency.

Venture into the dark cave of self-discovery,

Let your conscience be your guide…

Be illuminated by the Christ light within.

Truth cannot be kept hidden, 

Even from darkness.  

Blind obligation, crushing pressures,

And the weight of false guilt, do not serve.

Seek soulful awareness.

Lean on the enduring Love of Christ…

Freeing, compassionate and kind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

“Faith or Fear”

      (A Short Story)

         Recently on a family vacation, I noticed the peaceful, relaxing

Polynesian style wallpaper in our hotel bathroom.  It looked like turtles

which always remind me that it’s safe to be myself, relax and take things

slow, knowing my true Home is with me wherever I go.

         It turns out, my young son didn’t have quite the same reaction.  

He jumped and yelled saying, “Mommy, that wallpaper is scary!”  

For my life I couldn’t understand why?  I asked, “Son, are you afraid of turtles?”

        He said, “No, it’s a Tiki man!”  When he pointed out the scary faces he saw to

me, I finally noticed them on the backs of the turtle’s shells.  

      “Oh, now I see it!”  I said in surprise and amazement.

Right away I got the impromptu lesson…Whether choosing to live in faith or

fear…life is really how we look at it.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Be Yourself

Geared up for achievement,

Accomplishment… “At all costs.”

Selling souls for the “Almighty Dollar.”

Forgetting soul’s worth.

In our fast-moving, yet non-enduring habitat,

A snail or turtle’s tempo is misaligned,

And undervalued.

The lightning paced, quick-witted fox,

Clever monkey, lion or tiger, so strong and swift,

The handsome and graceful gazelle…

All fare better,

In this breakneck space,

At securing worldly gain, like ego strokes,

Or glittery trinkets and such,

To grace their mantlepieces.

But the snail and turtle already have,

What they need,

Carrying their homes on their backs,

They travel with peace and ease…

As we too must remember to relax,

With only ourselves to be.

We carry our true home within us,

For Eternity, unseen by transitory human eyes,

Lives on inside our souls.

-Gilda Patricia

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

Earth Angel

Dear Inner Child,

         Hi honey!  Do you have any clue how special you are?  No, of course you don’t.  Your “lovability” quotient, your worth, has nothing, zero, zilch to do with the people around you. The Universe adores you, precious angel, and is gifting you this very instant with even just your breath.  

         Angels are breathing air into your nostrils to fill your lungs.  And they are hovering around you like “helicopter angels,” making sure everything is functioning properly for you to survive.  Little Aunties and Grandma and Poppy angels too.  You mean the world to them!  Why?  Well because only you are you.  There’s never been and never will be another.  You are something utterly new, fascinating even. Their gaze fixed lovingly upon you, they are smiling and just so happy you got up today!  They gave you a gentle nudge, you just didn’t feel it, but it got you going.  

          They need you to do what you will, this day.  Your guardian angels think so highly of you! They have no human eyes, ears, arms, legs or bodies.  The world is a place they will never inhabit.  They need you to live, and pray you will live well and long.  So be an angel on earth for them!  They find you heavenly and love you truly.

                                                                   Love from, Future You.