Iced over, locked up, shut down, frozen inside?
…this pain reflected all around,
Love is the key,
Which opens a heart’s door,
Setting the spirit free.
by gilda patricia
Iced over, locked up, shut down, frozen inside?
…this pain reflected all around,
Love is the key,
Which opens a heart’s door,
Setting the spirit free.
by gilda patricia
Divine Feminine as,
Caretaker,
Upkeeper,
Nurturer,
Sustainer,
Unfailing lover,
Of Divine Masculine,
And his creations, productions and treasures.
She stops,
Sits, takes stock, feels, sees, senses,
Then transforms heaven and earth,
By her loving intuition and intention.
Divine Mother,
Sewing, weaving,
And piecing together,
Divine Masculine’s creations,
Into one harmonious and glorious,
Web of souls…
Peacefully, joyfully, ecstatically
My soul remembers and is remembered,
Love overflows.
-gilda patricia
The beauty and joy of wholesome (whole-sum) love,
…Souls remade in perfect oneness,
Real…Now…
Here for us!
This wholesome, magnetic, electric,
Field of love…
God’s love, true-self love, soul family love…
Love…love…love,
Love’s expert sewing needles stitching together,
Resuscitating, recirculating, reverberating,
recalibrating, reigniting,
And repairing each frozen,
Broken, hidden, brittle hole,
Reworking every mismatch, misstep and mis-stitch,
Calling lost souls back into love’s precious fold,
Held in one tender, life affirming blanket,
Of compassionate warmth,
Time for reveling in God’s rich,
Ever-green, pot of golden love,
A healing elixir,
for one and all,
Once and for all.
Happy New Year of help, hope and healing, 2021!
-gilda patricia
A baby,
Securely nestled,
In sweet and serene slumber,
Baby Jesus…
Warmed by the harmonious love,
Of Father God and Divine Mother.
May all God’s children,
Be graced with a safe “inner” space,
To lay their head,
Basking in God’s promise,
Of peace, love and joy,
This Christmas season,
And ever after.
-gilda patricia
Shoveling away the last frozen remnants,
Within my heart sphere,
Dislodging calcification,
This quickening heart claims sovereignty,
Reawakened by long forgotten warmth,
Revived, rekindled, rejuvenated,
Ready to love.
This Christmas season,
Jesus’ divine love,
Enters into dark, musty, dusty,
Once deserted, abandoned, neglected,
Chambers, caverns, alleyways,
Trenches, basements, coves,
And other hidden spaces.
Clearing the way, shining a light,
Ushering in a new day,
For Divine Feminine….
Her arrival exquisite, yet imbued with subtle grace,
Touched by the most tender, patient, ever-loving,
And eternal heart of Jesus,
My heart beats in time.
May each heart attune,
Keeping pace with the beat of love,
Ready to strike up a delightful new melody,
And sing a new song,
At this unprecedented time,
Of unity’s dawn.
-by gilda patricia
Brave sister,
Bright, beautiful moon,
Lighting up the night sky,
Darkness all around,
What a wondrous gift,
Soft, forgiving and kind…
Your light most sublime,
Easing my worries,
Clearing my mind,
Guiding my meanderings,
In the gentlest of ways.
Oh sweet sister moon,
Where would I be,
Without you in my life?
Standing reservedly on the ground,
I peer upwards in wonder and awe…
Watching as you easily dispel,
The darkness which surrounds.
And I am so proud!
Without one graceless move,
Without one single sound,
Just your gentle, loving night light.
Shine on sister moon!
(Dedicated to my dearest sister Tree, love you!)
-by gilda patricia
Feeling weary,
Feeling dreary,
Ghouls to my left,
Goblins to my right,
Walking with dread,
Into the darkened night,
Pushed and pulled by raging storms,
Blanketed in fear,
Swept up by sorrow.
Could this be my dance with Spirit?
Building pinnacles of trust,
Shaping arches of hope,
Balancing stones of strength,
Bringing geysers of compassion,
Weaving webs of angelic love,
Growing endless vines of peace,
Filling fields with abundant life…
My soul living infinitely in God’s kingdom,
And eternally in God’s Spirit,
Ever rooted in soulful security,
A heart overflowing in joy.
-by gilda patricia
Could there be one tree in the forest God deemed superior?
It’s shape, it’s form, it’s height, it’s resilience to weather life’s storms,
It’s growth rate and life span,
The ability to bear fruit or need of less care;
Just what would make one tree better than the others?
Thankfully God forgot to pick and choose,
before spreading abundant seeds.
For our world is blessed with the richness of creation,
Of great variety and variation.
What a sad, poor, dull, boring, lonely world it would surely be,
If God graced the earth with just one superior tree.
-by gilda patricia
Head spins endlessly,
Ideas and solutions abound,
Yet the main thing to know is,
“I deserve.”
Then the doorway to freedom opens wide.
Free to be happy,
Free to experience peace, love and joy…
In an ever rich and expansive sea of life,
God’s love child,
Lovable, loved,
I am love.
Know you are love!
by gilda patricia
Inner peace is hard to gain,
And even harder to maintain,
But well worth seeking,
Over outer wealth,
Fame or acclaim.
Unsure how to proceed?
The natural world’s already
Got this one figured out…
Just follow her lead.
by gilda patricia