The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-Gilda Patricia

Knowing

…I dreamt I saw you in the water,

And met you in the wood,

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

Tasting your breath in the salty air,

Your timeless touch,

Carried by the wind,

Tossing my hair.

Crossing the threshold of fantasy…

Close enough to brush away the tears

From my eyes. I dance in

Your sun and let

Your river run through me.

Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,

Swept up by Your grace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

An Olive Branch Nest

Two opposite camps,

Separate views,

Clear line, creating

Clean break, right down the middle…

The warmth seeping out.

How do we bridge the gap?

With an olive branch,

One at a time, placed gingerly

Over the deepest wound first,

Then all around…

 

A nest formed in time,

Safe space for frozen emotions,

To finally thaw.

Where birds of many different feathers,

“Flock together.”

Sharing one planet earth nest, warmed by 

The same human life-blood,

Formed by the same Loving Source.

Be the first to offer an olive branch…

Build Love’s peaceful resting place.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

A Love Letter

Dear God,

You show me things I’ve never seen, touching my heart in ways it’s never been touched, with pure acceptance and forgiveness.  You answer my deepest, most secret heart desires.  Most people walking this earth have yet to experience this kind of love.  Only your love is fully unconditional and eternal.  

Desperately depending on another for love is random and risky.  More than risky, it’s fool-hearty!  Humans are human with animal natures, weaknesses and personal agendas.  It’s very hard to rise above our wants, our desire to feel good.  Only God is God, so only God can save us, and on God alone we must depend!  We desire a perfect kind of love, soul mate, twin flame.  But two human beings are just that, two complex, individual, intricate humans, “with flaws.”  How can two people be forever lovers, with forever hot flaming hearts?  This type of passion is temporary at best.  Even Titanic’s Rose and Jack would grow bored and weary with everyday living!

But God’s love lives on and on forever, never waning.  Gifting me, and showering me with endless love.  God lights my soul’s flame with joy, awe, miracles and wonder.  From the depths of His eternal love and wisdom, an overflow of insights and riches to discover…an unending mystery unraveling.  OK, God You win!  There’s no love like Your love.  This young soul world is sadly mistaken, having been misdirected to a life of dissatisfaction…seeking unconditional and eternal adoration from a perfect mate and lover.  

And yet, this desire is normal and not wrong!  It’s our earthly destiny.  Forgiveness the only key.

Love me.

This Blessed Time and Space

This space we are given,

Is a gift from God…

A place to learn and grow,

Over time.

For if we knew it all,

And had it all,

If there were no time or space,

To separate…

How would we develop,

True humility or genuine pride?

How could we be grateful,

For things not once denied?

Or appreciate a love which is,

Always by our side?

How would we learn of,

Our stamina, our will to survive,

Or be uplifted by,

The powerful, all loving hand of Grace,

If no trouble could befall or

Harm displace?

 

-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