God’s Team

Life’s problems and complexities,

Seem magnified by the fish bowl of technology.

May we the informed, modern, “with it,” and witty,

Not bench God for the game’s remainder.

Staying neutral gets harder and harder,

“If you can’t beat em, join em!”

…So many decide,

Not wishing to be left in the dust.

Yet things just get more nasty and cruel,

As heated arguments ensue.

So clever and smart,

Yet has technology made

Our heads bigger than our hearts?

 God, all-powerful is lying low

And playing it cool…

Why not meet Him on the sidelines?

Sit and pray and look within,

Be the exception, not the rule.

Welcome to Team Patience,

Let God see all, know all, bear all,

Then compassionately wait,

Trusting God’s mountain of love and light,

Slowly but surely,

To move inside of you,

Changing earth’s face.

Do you really believe that darkness can win?

Pick a side, join right in…

Both teams still have openings!

 

-Gilda Patricia

Mining for Gold

Skimming stones,

Across water’s surface…

False pursuits,

Of superficial illusion.

Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,

Look good to the eyes,

Feel good to the ego…

While devoid of human-heart-truth,

And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.

Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.

...Changing focus,

Diving deep,

Mining substantial, sustainable Love,

Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.

Anchoring new foundations,

Of God’s underlying golden peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Hurricane Within

A hurricane of feelings,

Buried sludge and mess,

Coming up to the surface,

And into the Light of awareness,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal..

 

Running away our whole lives,

Thinking we dodged that bullet.

Now these feelings are back suddenly,

And with a vengeance,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal…

 

An avalanche of emotion,

A tsunami of grief,

A torrid of raining despair,

With tornado force angry winds slapping us in the face,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal...

 

Our assumed solid structures threatened,

High tide seeping into our bones,

Pushing our most hidden buttons,

Breaking down our most trusted defenses and strongest resistance.

Why?  …Ah yes, to heal.

 

Feelings just passing through,

 Not here to stay…

False assumptions, loveless pursuits, ego gains,

Unforgiving pride, riding out inner storms alone,

Without God…

 

Stop now and step securely

Into the center of the storm, the eye

Where God’s infinitely loving and peaceful presence

Resides.

Wait there for angels to sing.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Be the Light

                                                       Allow

                                           the flickering light

                                    of truth to hold steady in your

                              conscious awareness…staring down  

                       the darkness held in your own subconscious.

                            Simple candlelight dispels darkness,

                                              without a fight.

                                                  Be that

                                                    light.

 

-Gilda Patricia    God bless Florida

 

A Million to One

God’s love is comparable to…

The love of a million angels,

The light of a million suns,

The peace of a million soft summer breezes,

On a million tropical beaches at dusk,

The reassurance of a million star-crossed lovers’

Eye-locked cheek caresses,

The gentleness of a million sleeping babies’

Tender rhythmic heart beats…

This is the love no earthly sojourn could ever compare,

Replace or meet,

Only remind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Let Love Be the Limit

They say the sky’s the limit,

But when you let love be the limit,

Then the sky itself cracks open wide,

And all things hoped for,

Come falling down like rain…

Tiny crystalized diamond  tear drops,

Faith’s substance,

Reflecting the light,

Behind your wide open

Spiritual eyes.

 

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

-Gilda Patricia