Not perfect

The perfection of God set me free.

The perfection of God carries me.

Not just dead words written across the page,

Nor stale air, nor inflated wishes,

Or tricks to mislead…

Just my imperfect attempt to convey,

God’s deeply felt love for me.

If not felt, then not expressed!

Highest light, touching deepest heart core.

Humble? Then I would not say.

Perfect, trendy, glamorous, proud?

Thankfully need not be,

Nor any soul seeking God‘s close proximity.

The perfection of God set me free.

The perfection of God carries me.

More prayer and less blame,

Puts the perfect Will of Creator,

Before any lesser attachments, smaller wills,

Or imperfect creations.

-by gilda patricia

Jesus’ Easter Wish

Coming down to earth,

Rising from the dead,

And opening heaven’s gates,

Fulfilled half of Jesus’ wish.

But getting every last one 

Of his children home, 

Would surely make

His Will complete.

In following

His Will for us…

We then help Jesus to fulfill,

A Will most loving, most perfect,

most holy and complete.

 

Happiest Easter!

-Gilda Patricia

Young Spirits Break Free

Shattered by a crushing blow to heart, 

body, or spirit,

The ego left for nearly dead.

 

A lucky few surrender and cry out to God,

Thereby allowing the miracle of grace,

To sweep swiftly through their broken places,

 

Reigniting their soul’s flame,

Calming and drawing them into,

A dark inner wilderness,

Replete with emotional dragons, demons, and ghosts,

The likes of which few would care to know, or dare to go.

 

Yet turning back now,

Is to play pretend.

 

The trusted companion, grace,

Alights young soul travelers,

With joy, love, gratitude, peace and forgiveness,

 

Giving them strength to go the mile,

 Clearing and navigating,

The once hidden path of God’s Will.

 

Leading them down, out and all the way through,

To the (other), spiritually lighter side.

 

Young spirits freed,

Don their new wings.