Tag: grace

The Majestic Now

Here, now is where Mother and Father God,

In divine love reside.

As I look into one of God’s most majestic creature’s eyes,

It’s no surprise to find it living,

Contentedly here now.

I imagine humans are the only creatures,

Who could even choose to inhabit the illusionary worlds,

Of past or future…

But here now, balanced on this threshold,

Between yesterday and tomorrow,

The most fantastical and whimsical imaginings,

Of trusting souls may arise,

Birthed under the loving light of their heavenly Father’s grace.

Why not stop here now for just a moment…

Dip your toes and rest your bones,

In the naturally mystical melting pot,

Of what you’ve dreamed,

And what you’ve dared not.

This space here now,

Once so casually overlooked,

Is the present that sad souls,

Have been waiting for.

I can learn a lot from God’s majestic,

Yet simple creatures…

For I too am one.

-gilda patricia

Live Serendipity

Serendipity is a way to become whole,

By reconnecting our loses.

So if you are experiencing loss,

You are actually one of the very

Lucky ones, who has the chance

To seek, to find, to see and to know

Serendipity, today.

 

Serendipity is for the losers.

It re-balances the playing field,

Where now the losers become 

The winners…

And love comes back to you

As gracefully and graciously,

As feathers in the wind.

 

-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

 

 

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

Snow Angels

Imagine snowflakes were tiny

Angels falling from the sky…?

A flurry of grace,

Gently kissing our skin with coolness,

Purity, lightness and kindness…

Gates of heaven opening, to allow

Their playful and whimsical flight down

To earth…enlivening, enriching, hope-filling,

Awakening heavy, slumbering 

Hearts and spirits,

Calming fiery souls…

Emotions, otherwise running rampant,

Across the globe.

 

Angels, some one hundred million

Strong…really too many to count!

Selflessly cascading down,

Tiny treasures leaving cloud nine,

Making their earthly descent,

To cushion our footfalls,

On the hardest, bleakest,

Most barren places.

Blanketing our world,

In peace, love and calm,

For a moment…

Then disappearing back,

Into nothingness.

(A magical winter’s tale to spark the imagination and melt

frozen hearts…May angels walk with you!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Clearing Collateral Damage

Jesus won’t fan the flames,

Of your broken heart, or

Dry the tears that cling to

It’s despairing walls,

Until you dust off your

Spiritual bones,

And de-rust your sense of trust…

Then watch the healing breath,

Of Divine Love,

Breeze through and all around,

The fresh air of grace...

Clearing away stagnant

Remnants of a broken past,

Sad souls reawakening,

Lives once damaged…

Renewed.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Father Time’s Fall (Revised)

(Felt a little guilty about Father Time’s death, in 1st version (see prior post). So in this 2nd version, Father Time does in fact live on, though retiring to the countryside).

 

In the aftermath of Father Time’s terrible fall,

Master clockmaker puts Father Time back together,

A shiny new pacemaker for his busted ticker.

 

But Father Time and Mother (Earth) Space,

Having both overreached their rule,

And overextended their limits…

 

Set out for quite retirement place in the country,

Modest abode with porch swing and a spectacular view,

Of purple mountains and fruited plains.

 

There, Father Time kept on ticking,

While Mother (Earth) Space kept far-reaching,

Minus over-ambitious reaping.

 

Transistor radio singing,

Amber waves of staticky tunes,

With lemonade in hand…

 

Other hand free to swat time flies.

Reminiscing of good ol’ days long past,

Before their time stood still.

 

Here, Now, time for Higher LOVE’s reign…

Flexible, bending, yielding, healing,

Compassionate, helpful hands…

 

Moving with forgiveness, patience, reverence,

Most gentle persuasion,

Face unfettered, unaffected, unbounded,

 

By  T  I  M  E    or    S     P     A      C      E…

 

The short or long of it,

Used up, unreachable, barren or broken places,

 Past, Present, Future now co-residing…

 

Having most precise timing,

For grace and healing free-flowing,

Never missing single beat.

 

And we, now here, 

Living Here and Now…

In time and space, not of it. 

 

Loving Presence cracks code on,

Separation’s archaic rule.

Say’s Father Time, “Please do stop by and see me anytime!”

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Past Level Ground

In the alligator pit of life,

Knocked so low,

With no choice but,

To climb or die.

 

Ascending,

Tears streaming,

Like cool sweat,

Strangely calming my emotions.

 

Hands and feet,

Bloody and raw,

From feeling every,

Painful sensation.

 

Scaling, advancing,

Picking up momentum,

Growing stronger,

More confident.

 

Buoyed by God’s

Love and grace,

LEVEL GROUND REACHED…

Decide to just…keep climbing…

 

Higher up, with starlight,

From God’s kingdom,

Twinkling,

In my eyes,

 

Even the darkest night sky…Can’t take me down.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Transformation

All the shards,

Of my broken heart,

Scattered,

Like road-kill,

On the dusty highway of life,

After crashing head long,

Into your cold-blooded, 

Metallic heart.

 

Transformed in the Light,

Of grace and forgiveness…

My broken pieces,

Have now become,

As a beach full of shells,

Happily resting in the warmth of God’s love;

Counted as One with,

 His most Precious Collection.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 19 word of the day- habilin (n.) Anything given to somebody for safekeeping

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/