“Rebirth”-Day

God’s spiritual world is holding its breath,

Awaiting my “rebirth”-day!

You see I’ve been spiritually minded,

For some time now,

But truth be told…I’ve still been

Wishing beyond wish and hoping,

Beyond hope that things would one day,

Somehow, someway…magically go

My Way.

But my very happiness depends now on

Me relinquishing these immature childhood,

Wishes and dreams.

Spiritual happiness means taking it all in…

Accepting all things as a gift, 

Minus the labels, minus the judgments,

Minus my expectations…

Of how things should be, about what

I deserve…

When every inch of the Universe Is always

Loving me, before, during, and forever after,

My “rebirth”-day.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Master Builder (of peace)

The Master of Peace,

Created you…a masterpiece!

Independent Contractor,

Built with precision,

Your life, so freely given.

With human nature and

Indiscretion factored in…

Unconditionally loved and forgiven.

 

When empty shell found, 

Hiding behind the sun…

Peace offered without compensation,

For all shattered, scattered, broken pieces.

Master Builder to remake with ease,

Your brokenness…replacing piece for peace.

Sign on dotted line today…(with indelible faith),

To begin transformation.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

A Night with Sister Moon

On the edge of never meeting,

Hearts forever reverberating,

Lost within a dream so fleeting,

Dreamer’s last hope near retreating…

Sinking fast now,

Trying not to drown,

Braving merciless undertow,

Rip currents whirling all around…

 

Suddenly here in silent union,

With Sister Moon,

Calm, yet breathless,

Strewn across the trusted shore,

Faith blanketing my waves of doubt,

Warmed by Sister’s steady moon-glow,

Finding comfort and reassurance there. 

Peacefully, joyfully now awaiting…

 

Love’s Return, brought forth with the rising tide…

Receding nevermore.

Karma’s chains unraveled by the sands of time…

Loves True Destiny rewritten upon the stars,

A glorious Light sparkling endlessly,

Adorning Mother Earth…

As winds of change usher in,

Birth of a New Dawn.

 

-Gilda Patricia

(Poem in honor of this weeks supermoon.)

 

Kingdom Within

Thank You God for blessings,

 Of Your kingdom.

Grateful to proclaim, in You alone,

 Am home free.

 

It’s been a long time coming,

But finally can say,

So very happy to be me…

New life a dream!

 

Though no castles to be found outside…

Not even in my own backyard.

Jesus said, “Kingdom of God is within.”

Now believing this truth.

 

A world not seen, but felt with the heart.

No longer trapped in fantasy land,

Lovely, lonely technicolor tower, 

Hiding sense of lack.

 

Instead sharing in God’s kingdom,

With those I know and love,

Imperfect, but perfectly loved…

 

Foremost by God, then me.

 

On the path to wholeness,

Be prepared for sudden leaps of faith,

Mystifying turns of heart,

And unexpected glimpses of eternity.

 

Thankfully God’s kingdom, 

Unlike brother earth,

Is make of more than shifting sand,

Beneath our feet…

 

Only God’s world can wash away illusion.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Mustard Seed’s Faith

Going,

Deeper,

Deeper still,

Into dark, dank,

Nothingness…

 

Alone, cold,

Sense of self, of place,

displaced.

End of life line,

End of road.

 

“But wait!” Little mustard seed,

Musters strength,

For one final thought,

“Could there be more… than this?”

…Chance Revelation.

 

Then falling swiftly,

Into complete and utter blackness,

A moment of Silence

Or two.

 

Followed by sudden shift,

Movement, a push,

A stretch, great yawn,

After satisfying night’s sleep.

 

Young seedling,

Inching upward,

Leaves behind,

Dead casing.

 

Spot of light,

In distance,

Expanding wider,

Brighter still.

 

With mustard seed of faith,

Life blooms anew…

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

Lost and Found

Tough life may teach one,

Truth of God’s love,

And identity as, 

Most Beloved Child.”

 

First complaining, blaming,

Fighting, crying out,

“Who would want this life,

Of strife?”

 

At moments even,

Wishing for God to…

                                  take

                                       it

                                          all

                                            back.

 

Could prayers,

Contain such sincerity and fervor,

If not having once,

                                 fallen

                                    desperately

                                         to

                                           knees…

World torn apart?

 

Maybe pain keeps this train,

                                       on

                                           it’s

                                              track.

By calling out to God,

Faith muscles newly oiled,

And limber…

                                  safe

                                       in

                                        Godspeed.

Losing self means finding God,

L                 S                                   

            O                   T                   and… -_-_-_-_-_-_ Found.

 

-Gilda Patricia