Tag: eternal

Butterfly Soul

God has already paved a way for us, each of our paths already set and protected, I’ve heard this said.

I thought this notion sounded quite beautiful,

So walking on the boardwalk I imagined the possibility of finding clues of this path…

written in the clouds?

or…glistening in the stars?

or…or…

Right then a monarch butterfly blew with the wind straight for me,

And I happily ducked,

“Right!” I thought,

“or…spoken in the wind.” Truly beautiful.

Like a butterfly buoyed by a soft, summer breeze,

I imagine our own beautiful souls are also kept forever,

Safe and sound in God’s eternal, protective spirit.

-by gilda patricia

(This poem is dedicated to Cathy and her beautiful butterfly soul at this somber time of her passing.)

Eternally

No opportunist, nor giver-upper,

High and dry,

God will not leave you.

With divine patience,

And love supreme,

God waits on you…

Even after the jig is up,

The bell tolls,

The last curtain falls,

The last sunset,

and the last spring thaw…

Far above and beyond any thing that ever was,

is or will be,

God’s love supersedes them all.

For it is with enduring love,

That God stands by you and me,

Setting us free,

Eternally.

-by gilda patricia

A Spiritual Quest

Time spent here is just experience lived.

Have we gained wisdom?

Have we learned compassion…

For ourselves, for others?

Good!  Then you’re progressing fine.

Time cannot run out.

Success has nothing to do with the length of 

Your mortality or the state of your physicality.

Spirit asks, “What have you learned of love?

What is your golden rule, faith or fear?

Who is your God? Body or Spirit?”

Need more time to learn?  No worry!

Soul’s are eternal and so is your life…

On love’s infinite spiritual quest,

You are always access approved.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Death’s Illusion

Waiting for the shoe to drop,

The ax to fall,

Walking on egg shells,

In tentative anticipation.

Can I see the door yet?

Hear deaths call?

Loved ones may die today,

Tomorrow or next?

Misfortune written,

In humanity’s script,

With permanent indelible ink.

Many faiths believing,

The day, minute,

And final hour preset,

In immovable stone.

What a heavy cross to bear!

 

So how is it,

We sometimes see people who,

Involuntarily laugh at a funeral,

Smile through tears,

Continue loving,

When they know…

All will be lost,

In a moment’s time.

Perhaps eternal soul knows,

Something more?

 

-Gilda Patricia