God created a world,
Where people die.
Now, God is either,
Completely cruel,
Or we don’t really die…
Perhaps after death,
We simply turn inside out,
And keep right on living.
Maybe we’re actually,
Inside out right now,
Our hearts sealed up,
Inside hollow chest cavities,
Instead of right out there,
On our sleeves,
Beating wildly,
Bravely, fiercely,
To fullest capacity,
Without apology,
Alive.
gilda patricia
No one told You to give up your life,
No one told You to die,
No one told You to forgive all our sins,
To carry Your cross to Your grave,
For life eternally ours.
So Jesus, I’d just like to ask, why?
No answer followed,
Just the gasp of a final breath,
And the proof of a love
Which could be no greater.
Blessed Good Friday to all.
-Gilda Patricia
My beautiful soul,
You’ve traveled here from
Another time and space…
And you will go back again,
When I’m gone.
You’ve met God…
Oh the things you must know,
And the things you must have seen!
Yet still you made the trek
Back down to earth,
To be with me…
You are me,
And I am you…
For this, I am grateful,
…Eternally,
Love, me.
-Gilda Patricia
Your God protected soul,
Never grows old,
Never withers away,
And dies…
Or gets washed up,
With the rising tide.
Your soul,
Is with you,
Through life’s changing seasons;
Sailing the highest highs,
And surviving,
The lowest lows…
At times you may feel,
Lost in an endless sea,
Of indifference,
Or crushed by,
Fearsome waves,
Of anger…
But God’s love,
Is your built-in,
Fool proof Life-Preserver.
Just let go,
Hold on…
And wrap your weary soul around.
-Gilda Patricia
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