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In My Element

(This is Part II of my last poem “Deep Sea Inner Diver.”-Further explaining why I dive.)

 

Some would call my diving,

Reckless, pointless, morbid, or just wrong,

But not all hear the call of the Sea.

 

Some are children of the Earth and Sky,

Still others dance with Fire,

To come alive.

 

Four elements making up,

One body of explorers,

No one less necessary.

 

A true Piscean at heart,

Most at home,

In the ever-gifting, ever-shifting,

Ever-loving sea.

 

Reclaiming lost pieces,

And reconnecting with humanity.

 

Truth be told,

If it weren’t for God,

And my fellow soul companions,

 

I’d have long ago drown.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

Conscious Gratitude

Today, I stop, take notice,

And thank God for,

The gift of being AWARE.

 

Simply being conscious…

Of my hands that can write, touch, carry and hold,

My eyes that can see beauty, read, and connect with others,

My nose that allows me to breath in life…

Almost imperceptibly,

My feet which take me painlessly where I need to be,

My ears that hear beautiful music to brighten my day,

My voice which can speak my truth, express love, and pray…

For more gratitude.

 

So, whenever I’m fearful, frustrated, sad, or angry,

I choose gratitude, 

Life’s natural elixir,

And remedy for much unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome pain.

 

The abilities I have are gifts,

Not a given.

Today, I will be consciously grateful,

Especially so, for the one most precious gift,

Life.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

The Gift of Darkness

A certain degree of,

agony and pain,

may prompt someone to rise up,

quite quickly;

like a broken spring,

in their favorite easy chair.

 

Stirred from slumber,

Just enough to call out,

God’s name,

And God, knowing them by name,

Lift’s them up, and says,

“Hey, I missed you,

So glad you’re here.

It matters not where,

You’ve been.”