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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………………………………………………………………………….and believe.

 

 

by gilda patricia

 

 

 

Love Beyond Doubt

You are loved beyond a 

Shadow of a doubt…

No matter what you did,

Or didn’t do,

No matter how you look,

Or don’t look,

No matter what you have,

Or don’t have,

No matter what, know that

Right here and now,

Beyond a shadow of any doubt…

You are loved, my friend,

For God’s universal love is

Loving you.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Space Between

Jesus lives in-between the dark and the light.

Please be the bridge to take us there!

In the harsh glaring daylight,

Lives the judge,

And in the darkest night’s hidden corners,

The judged, who cower, lie in wait…

There’s another way, another time and space,

Created as the sun rises and sets,

Where beauty, joy and wonder weave themselves,

Into a magical playground,

Perfectly blending love and light,

Transforming darkness… 

In this space between.

-Gilda Patrica

 

 

 

Compassionate Passion

What’s better, fire-red passion

Or pure white compassion?

Neither and both.

We need to find a loving space 

In the middle,

A place of forward movement,

And thinking,

Or else we just spin our wheels,

Round and round in circles,

Getting nowhere, becoming

More fearful or more feared.

 

True living is realizing our need,

For the opposite other,

Without abandoning, neglecting,

Or negating ourselves.

Our passionate red fire

Gives life purpose, meaning and

Reason for being, while

White purity of heart or

Spiritual goodness,

Subdues our passions,

Throwing some healing water,

On our flames and our pains.

Love is passion tempered with

Compassion…

Patience, trust, faith, rest, healing,

Acceptance, forgiveness and

Highest intentions.

Compassion is needed,

As we play our life games,

Reaching for our ruby-red dreams.

 

by gilda patricia 2018

 

 

 

 

 

A Lovely Life

Life is lovely when you’re connected.

When you raise your vibration,

Then you’re lighter than air,

Ready to break free of,

Your once perceived jail.

This life is spiritual and so are you!

You can flourish and fly,

On a higher plane of existence…

Where every loving dream you’ve 

Ever dreamed is already true,

And your eternal spirit and precious,

Soul already co-exist,

In blissful union.

 

-gilda patricia  2018

 

Peaceful Dream Reality

Why do we believe,

That places without pain, 

Are less real, 

Than places with pain?

Could our eyes deceive us,

Into perceiving solid space,

As more real,

Than the invisible space,

Where Jesus Christ Himself resides?

Even the air around you is holy,

Meditate on this with each breath in,

Sending it peacefully back out.

Turn your eyesight inside out,

To stop seeing things upside down,

And backwards.

Rely on insight over eyesight.

Let the well-spring of true life,

Bubble up from within,

So God’s light may be seen,

And His peaceful dreams begin.

 

-Gilda Patricia