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

 

Life’s Pavement

Sitting with a cup of tea in the local cafe, 

Looking out onto the busy road before me,

So many people driving and walking by,

Hurrying and scurrying here and there,

Like ants; anonymous faces, going to

Anonymous places, doing anonymous things,

Nothing unusual, just an ordinary day.

 

But today I see with a sudden burst of clarity,

How each person is an entire universe,

Unto themselves…

Carrying within a world of gifts and talents,

A world rich in experiences and desires,

To achieve, help, create, heal and survive,

To love and be loved,

To be entertained or perhaps entertain,

A world of family, friends and acquaintances,

A world of their own personal history and legacy,

Of challenges obviously faced and overcome,

Or they would not still be HERE, now…

Hurrying and scurrying about like ants,

Across life’s temporary pavement,

Making their imprints in this world…

Then moving on to new worlds,

Taking an entire universe with them,

When they go…

 

by gilda patricia

 

This Space and Time

There is space and time…

For a blessed and peaceful reunion, 

Of hearts and minds.

 

There is space and time…

For my heart to beat within my chest,

In love, in joy, in grief, in pride. 

 

There is space and time…

For air to fill my lungs and leave my nostrils,

Tasting life’s breath.

 

There is space and time…

To accept the flavors of life,

Savoring their richness, beauty and wonders.

 

There is space and time…

To anticipate sharing love,

Accepting a lover to have and to hold.

 

There is still space and time…

To live…until I die,

Releasing space/time dust,

And merging back into the re-creation of God’s infinite design.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Heaven Will Wait

If life were only heaven,

I imagine things would be

Lovely and complete!

But how then to transform?

What to rise above?

What thing to unlearn?

When and where to create a life,

If no time or space?

With no place to play,

Or twists of fate,

Just peace, love and light…

Could there be a way to graduate?

Thankfully heaven will wait for me.

And when I’m good and done,

The sweetest chance to re-unite, rest…

And re-ignite, life’s inevitably 

Dimming flame.

-Gilda Patricia

“Rebirth”-Day

God’s spiritual world is holding its breath,

Awaiting my “rebirth”-day!

You see I’ve been spiritually minded,

For some time now,

But truth be told…I’ve still been

Wishing beyond wish and hoping,

Beyond hope that things would one day,

Somehow, someway…magically go

My Way.

But my very happiness depends now on

Me relinquishing these immature childhood,

Wishes and dreams.

Spiritual happiness means taking it all in…

Accepting all things as a gift, 

Minus the labels, minus the judgments,

Minus my expectations…

Of how things should be, about what

I deserve…

When every inch of the Universe Is always

Loving me, before, during, and forever after,

My “rebirth”-day.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Effects of Angel Dust

Perhaps treading too lightly

To shake up world history books,

But just a flicker of your glistening light,

And your whisper soft words,

Keep spirits afloat.

Protecting broken hearts from

Crumbling or numbing,

Advocate for the invisible,

Oft’ neglected soul,

You reclaim their royal significance.

This humble witness proclaims,

“You’ve made your mark!”

…For a healing dose of your angel dust,

Remains sprinkled upon,

My ever grateful heart.

 

(Dedicated to my mom on Mother’s Day, and all the other beautiful soul warriors out there…You know who you are!!!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Your Beautiful Presence

Content to stretch out my weary soul,

In the delightful windowsill of your presence.

Your accepting gaze, 

Like transparent glass,

Reveals my unstained Being-ness.

Opening and pushing back,

Pane after pane,

Circulating fresh air,

Reviving and awakening my spirit,

Transporting once dormant dreams,

Beyond virgin territory…

Leading me into this creative and new,

Self-expressive-dance-space.

Me and my “labor of love,” thanks you,

For your beautiful Presence.

 

May is my 1 yr. Anniversary on WordPress!  So I dedicate this poem to you,

all the soul-enriching readers and writers in this wonderful WordPress family,

always looking forward to meeting and reading more!

-Gilda Patricia