Thank God for Hell?

We need the rain to appreciate

A sunny day,

As we need struggle and pain,

To recognize beauty and ease.

We must have darkness,

To see a candle’s light,

As to witness the stars,

Of course we need night.  

 

It’s strange to have gratitude,

To stop and thank God,

For life’s hardships and heartaches…

But in rising like a phoenix,

From the depths of hell,

The taste of heaven,

Is always so much sweeter.

 

Some people bring us sunshine,

And pure delight!

But for those who offer,

Nothing but rain…

Strut across their dreary terrain,

Wrapped in your own,

Bright and beautiful rainbow.

 

by gilda patricia

 

We Don’t Die

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

Last Laugh

The world does not seem to care so much,

about You.

To listen to, respect or have interest in,

To seek, to know, to follow, or emulate You.

For if money isn’t talking…

With ears, hearts and minds closed tight,

The world is up and quickly walking.

“God’s a joke!”  They say, “What can He

Do for me anyway?”

But one day we will see…

God always gets the last laugh,

Though He never shows it.

 

                              God, where You are Is the breathing air,

Where You are Is the living sea,

Where You are Is the pumping heart,

And the soul set free!

For where you are Is the life, the love,

The truth, and the beauty of me.

Though You’d never do it,

If You ever got up,

And slowly walked  a……….w……….a……….y.

Then…………..we’d…………..surely……………take……………notice,

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………………………………………………………………………….and believe.

 

 

by gilda patricia

 

 

 

Peaceful Dream Reality

Why do we believe,

That places without pain, 

Are less real, 

Than places with pain?

Could our eyes deceive us,

Into perceiving solid space,

As more real,

Than the invisible space,

Where Jesus Christ Himself resides?

Even the air around you is holy,

Meditate on this with each breath in,

Sending it peacefully back out.

Turn your eyesight inside out,

To stop seeing things upside down,

And backwards.

Rely on insight over eyesight.

Let the well-spring of true life,

Bubble up from within,

So God’s light may be seen,

And His peaceful dreams begin.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Get Connected!

Do what you love,

for the love of others,

and get into the,

One~~~Living~~~Stream~~~

God’s eternal Holy Waters~

supplying the flow~~~ 

for life’s creations*

Try sending a “google” out~

to God…asking a question*

then waiting on a reply~

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When you are swimming in~ 

the stream of the Living Waters~

then you are networking~

with ease* 

Connected and~~~

One~~~with~~~life’s~~~endless~~~flowing~~~

R~~~e~~~c~~~r~~~e~~~a~~~t~~~i~~~o~~~n~~~*

 

(No computer skills necessary,

and the network connection is free!)*

 

Mining for Gold

Skimming stones,

Across water’s surface…

False pursuits,

Of superficial illusion.

Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,

Look good to the eyes,

Feel good to the ego…

While devoid of human-heart-truth,

And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.

Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.

...Changing focus,

Diving deep,

Mining substantial, sustainable Love,

Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.

Anchoring new foundations,

Of God’s underlying golden peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Hurricane Within

A hurricane of feelings,

Buried sludge and mess,

Coming up to the surface,

And into the Light of awareness,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal..

 

Running away our whole lives,

Thinking we dodged that bullet.

Now these feelings are back suddenly,

And with a vengeance,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal…

 

An avalanche of emotion,

A tsunami of grief,

A torrid of raining despair,

With tornado force angry winds slapping us in the face,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal...

 

Our assumed solid structures threatened,

High tide seeping into our bones,

Pushing our most hidden buttons,

Breaking down our most trusted defenses and strongest resistance.

Why?  …Ah yes, to heal.

 

Feelings just passing through,

 Not here to stay…

False assumptions, loveless pursuits, ego gains,

Unforgiving pride, riding out inner storms alone,

Without God…

 

Stop now and step securely

Into the center of the storm, the eye

Where God’s infinitely loving and peaceful presence

Resides.

Wait there for angels to sing.

 

-Gilda Patricia