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

 

Oh Beautiful Soul!

My beautiful soul,

You’ve traveled here from

Another time and space…

And you will go back again,

When I’m gone.

You’ve met God…

Oh the things you must know,

And the things you must have seen!

Yet still you made the trek 

Back down to earth,

To be with me…

You are me,

And I am you…

For this, I am grateful,

Eternally,

Love, me.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Inner Lighthouse

In the night, dark, cold and grey,

Stranded, naked, alone and shivering…

Searching distant shores,

For a little warmth and light.

 

Do you seek outside for answers,

Longing for freedom’s sight?

Or can you see past the horizon,

Where your ship was due to come in?

 

Sure as each day turns to night,

And each night becomes the day,

Your darkness too shall fall away.

Never will the Lord desert you…

 

Just turn on your Sacred Inner Light,

And feel the warmth and peace,

As God’s love lights your way. 

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Life Preserver

Your God protected soul,

Never grows old,

Never withers away,

And dies…

Or gets washed up,

With the rising tide.

 

Your soul,

Is with you,

Through life’s changing seasons;

Sailing the highest highs,

And surviving,

The lowest lows…

 

At times you may feel,

Lost in an endless sea,

Of indifference,

Or crushed by,

Fearsome waves,

Of anger…

 

But God’s love,

Is your built-in,

Fool proof Life-Preserver.

Just let go,

Hold on…

And wrap your weary soul around.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Love’s True Precision

We think “Divine love for all,”

Sounds generic and bland,

Not nearly special or unique.

But this is far from the truth,

Of God’s plan.

God knows us each personally,

Every heart string counts.

He travels to those hidden spaces inside,

Revealing our hope, desires and wishes…

Then echoes them right back, “no strings attached.”

Nothing is impossible,

Or out of reach…for God,

The most loving “Soul Doctor,”

Providing love for us, so precise and true,

A perfect match.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Humanity’s Garbage Collector

Humble Presence,

Patiently waiting,

To dispose of…

The guilt, sorrow and blame,

Still haunting our past,

As well as dread and hopelessness,

Lurking there in our future.

 

God’s open hands and heart,

Accepting our long-awaited,

Renunciation…

Night or day, anytime!

No “special pick-up” required,

No explanation needed,

Or questions asked.

 

Happy to schlep away every burdensome load.

In no way above this so-called,

“Dirty work.”

Removing the dark thoughts fermenting,

In dark hidden alleys,

Attracting fearsome scavengers,

In our troubled minds. 

 

Brave hearts,

Need only release “hang-ups.”

Placing present life in God’s,

Competent, most qualified hands…

Heavy-laden hearts, now emptied,

Spread their lightness and joy,

Across the land.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Why Resist Love?

Only the ego would resist love,

This enemy within and without.

Ego pride,

Ego fear,

Ego shame,

Ego doubt.

Resist the ego,

And spread love around.

How could love ever be wrong?

If you’re shaking your head,

It’s because ego is strong…

Unbending, unyielding,

Obstinate and unmoveable,

unforgiving, unforgivable?

When it comes to love,

Great strength is in acceptance,

patience, gentleness, forgiveness…

God’s feminine face.

 

Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Rattling the Status Quo

The underdog, the outsider, the strong-willed,

The misunderstood, the introspective, the passionate,

The addicted, those living “on the spectrum,”

The left out, the left behind, or passed over,

The undiscovered and undefined,

The way-pavers and way showers,

The rule breakers and troublemakers,

The hard to please and hard to know,

The uncontainable and untrainable…

 

Shaking things up,

Preventing stagnation,

Rattling all the caged bones,

Keeping dust from settling on miscued priorities…

Their deep wounds keeping open or reopening,

Compassionate spaces in our hearts,

Stopping them from locking up,

Or rusting over from non-use,

And from everyday robotic living.

 

So rattle our cages,

Test our hearts,

Threaten our unquestioned days,

And complacent nights,

Push the element to expand our notion,

And vision of what it means,

To be human,

Our reason for being and

Our final destination…

 

For a spiritually sick, spiritually lacking world,

Cannot survive “status quo,” for long,

Thank God for the outcasts and misfits,

Who at the very least, get us thinking…

Perhaps the problems in the world,

Not their doing, but evidence,

Of one spiritually un-evolved and

Malnourished “Human Body“…

Filled with judgements and such.

 

Our world, perhaps in need of one big,

Group hug?

 

Gilda Patricia