Healing Heart

The conscious spiritual,

Healing path,

Can be described in 2 words,

Pure magic.

 

It’s really God’s grace,

Leading us, in time,

To heaven’s gate; a metaphor for,

That spontaneous and natural,

Defining moment,

When we drop our luggage or baggage,

At the door,

Allowing only love to enter.

 

Our heart, now as wide as the universe itself,

Becomes our heaven.

The Gift of Darkness

A certain degree of,

agony and pain,

may prompt someone to rise up,

quite quickly;

like a broken spring,

in their favorite easy chair.

 

Stirred from slumber,

Just enough to call out,

God’s name,

And God, knowing them by name,

Lift’s them up, and says,

“Hey, I missed you,

So glad you’re here.

It matters not where,

You’ve been.”

 

 

 

 

Young Spirits Break Free

Shattered by a crushing blow to heart, 

body, or spirit,

The ego left for nearly dead.

 

A lucky few surrender and cry out to God,

Thereby allowing the miracle of grace,

To sweep swiftly through their broken places,

 

Reigniting their soul’s flame,

Calming and drawing them into,

A dark inner wilderness,

Replete with emotional dragons, demons, and ghosts,

The likes of which few would care to know, or dare to go.

 

Yet turning back now,

Is to play pretend.

 

The trusted companion, grace,

Alights young soul travelers,

With joy, love, gratitude, peace and forgiveness,

 

Giving them strength to go the mile,

 Clearing and navigating,

The once hidden path of God’s Will.

 

Leading them down, out and all the way through,

To the (other), spiritually lighter side.

 

Young spirits freed,

Don their new wings. 

Letter to My Inner Child

                                                                   It is

                                                        Your life pursuit,

                                               To light your candle and to,

                                               Keep that ember burning,

                                                        In the face of,

                                            All inner and outer resistance,

                                                  Not to allow that candle,

                                                       To be snuffed out.

                                   This candle is your soul,  it feels wonderful,

                                          When it’s lit.  You will find a way.  

                                         There will come a day when your,

                                           Light will burn, bright and clear

                                                             and strong.

                                                 You will be the guardian,

                                     The keeper of this light.  It is your duty.

                                                  No one else may care, 

                                                 But that doesn’t matter,

                                      They don’t need to,  it’s not their job. 

                                                    You will learn this.

                                           Others may or may not notice,

                                                 Your burning ember.

                                              This doesn’t matter either. 

                                          Your warmth still touches them,

                                              And warms your own heart,

                                             Through all troubling times,

                                            Both personal and collective.

Love Gilda