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


Wait there for angels to sing.


-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



Beautiful Eternal Soul

Loser, winner,

Why identify?

We can still be happy,

Since neither is who we are.

Lose or win,

Is only what we do,

Sometimes up, sometimes down,

No reason to be proud or blue.


Who you are will always be,

A truth set,

In the fabric of Infinity…

Much stronger than earth’s stones and bones,

Soulful child of Eternal Mother,

Blessed accompaniment,

For God’s graceful symphony,

Love’s chosen one.


Life’s only joy,

When you are happy,

Cherubim spread wings,

And angels sing!


-Gilda Patricia