Thank God for Hell?

We need the rain to appreciate

A sunny day,

As we need struggle and pain,

To recognize beauty and ease.

We must have darkness,

To see a candle’s light,

As to witness the stars,

Of course we need night.  

 

It’s strange to have gratitude,

To stop and thank God,

For life’s hardships and heartaches…

But in rising like a phoenix,

From the depths of hell,

The taste of heaven,

Is always so much sweeter.

 

Some people bring us sunshine,

And pure delight!

But for those who offer,

Nothing but rain…

Strut across their dreary terrain,

Wrapped in your own,

Bright and beautiful rainbow.

 

by gilda patricia

 

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