The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-Gilda Patricia

The Effects of Angel Dust

Perhaps treading too lightly

To shake up world history books,

But just a flicker of your glistening light,

And your whisper soft words,

Keep spirits afloat.

Protecting broken hearts from

Crumbling or numbing,

Advocate for the invisible,

Oft’ neglected soul,

You reclaim their royal significance.

This humble witness proclaims,

“You’ve made your mark!”

…For a healing dose of your angel dust,

Remains sprinkled upon,

My ever grateful heart.

 

(Dedicated to my mom on Mother’s Day, and all the other beautiful soul warriors out there…You know who you are!!!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Your Beautiful Presence

Content to stretch out my weary soul,

In the delightful windowsill of your presence.

Your accepting gaze, 

Like transparent glass,

Reveals my unstained Being-ness.

Opening and pushing back,

Pane after pane,

Circulating fresh air,

Reviving and awakening my spirit,

Transporting once dormant dreams,

Beyond virgin territory…

Leading me into this creative and new,

Self-expressive-dance-space.

Me and my “labor of love,” thanks you,

For your beautiful Presence.

 

May is my 1 yr. Anniversary on WordPress!  So I dedicate this poem to you,

all the soul-enriching readers and writers in this wonderful WordPress family,

always looking forward to meeting and reading more!

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

The Path to Eternity

For my life, I would never have believed,

I came with a set of wings!

Feeling insignificant, small and alone,

Like I’d never touch the sky…

 

Yet my soul walked a million miles,

Journeyed a million different ways,

Without losing a minute of time,

Or needing a moments sleep…

 

Keeping busy experience collecting,

And memory keeping,

The soul sees much, learns much,

Loves much and knows much…

 

Remaining untouched by time.

Age is a foreign language to the timeless, eternal soul.

Real life a moving harmony,

Underneath time’s movie reel.

 

Move and be moved,

By true life’s

Spirit evoking and soul encompassing

Symphony…

 

When the time is right,

Life compassionately nudges us

Out of our comfortable nests,

Where we lay fast asleep…

 

“Fly, little Soul, fly!” Life says.

And in that moment,

We taste eternity,

Feel its tender breath on our face.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live Serendipity

Serendipity is a way to become whole,

By reconnecting our loses.

So if you are experiencing loss,

You are actually one of the very

Lucky ones, who has the chance

To seek, to find, to see and to know

Serendipity, today.

 

Serendipity is for the losers.

It re-balances the playing field,

Where now the losers become 

The winners…

And love comes back to you

As gracefully and graciously,

As feathers in the wind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Jesus’ “To Do” List

Jesus, being God, had “cart blanche”

Chance to be anything, go anywhere,

Do anything.

Instead he chose to stay…

In the fire and the brimstone,

To face the music of another (every) man’s song,

To settle someone else’s score,

To right someone else’s wrong,

And to rewrite history,

All by the ripe old age of 33.

 

On Christmas, He was born,

And by Easter reborn…

So that souls would know mercy,

grace and love forevermore.

 

Quite the “To Do” List!

Thank God for Jesus’ where-with-all.

Or where would we be?

 

Most blessed and Happiest Easter.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

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