A Cupful of Heart Memories

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

 

A Small Boy’s Helium Balloon

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

Buried Heart Treasure

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.

 

 

 

 

 

God “Liked Me” First

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

God’s Loving Gaze

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.

 

 

 

 

The Liebster Award!

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!)…

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