God Bless the Turkeys!

Roosters are busy cock-a-doodling,

Chickens kick up their heals,

For a joyful “chicken dance,”

Pigs are rolling in the mud,

Happier than clams,

Cows are peacefully mooing in the fields,

And goats graze without a care,

Sheep count their blessings,

As they close their eyes to sleep…

It’s the turkeys who are sitting ducks now.

 

On this special, (fateful) “Thanksgiving Day,”

As you gather with your loved ones,

If, in your heart and mind,

Trouble is still brewing…

Turn your sights to your turkey,

The star of your feast…

And be grateful,

Oh so grateful,

This day,

Not to be!

 

-Gilda Patricia

“Happy Thanksgiving!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Healed Abandonment

You didn’t drop me,

From your arms,

On purpose or,

Even by accident.

 

No, you placed me,

Down gently by the side of,

The road…

Then quietly walked away.

 

With forgiveness and gratitude,

For you, and for life,

Biggest heartache,

Turned around…

 

Abandonment healed.

Now tucked safely in the pocket,

Of Your healing heart,

Sweet Jesus,

 

Accepting love again,

With childlike abandon.

 

(Letter from newly adopted child of God.)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

My Time

Sensitive soul,

Empath,

Never sure,

Where I stopped…

Or you began.

Endless reams of journal pages,

Conversations with God to carry me through,

Offer spiritual growth and healing.

 

Time now,

Connect and share,

Lovely soul sisters, brothers,

From across the globe.

Awashed by steady streams,

Of insights and inspiration…

Hearts poured forth,

On gifted pages.

 

Blessed time,

When stars align,

Opportune chance to write,

Blog’s love song.”

What stopped me before?

Not quite sure…

Life, survival, motherhood, fear,

fulfilling expectations?

 

Today, secure in God’s love,

With hope and joy,

One truth to share.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Best Friend at Twilight

Sunlight shining through the window pane,

Glittering and dancing,

Adding new life to these four walls.

Lighting up the soul with warmth and love,

But impossible to pin down.

 

Then the steady, stable rock beneath our feet,

No frills or thrills, only what we really need,

Secure, sure, dependable love,

That doesn’t leave,

But builds and sustains life slowly over time.

 

The sun with its charm and glitter and flare,

Is most adored!

But a life can’t be built on flittering rays of light.

The sun’s warmth is missed when gone,

With value and gifts so obvious to see;

Lighting up rooms and putting smiles,

On frowning faces,

Energizing and enlivening everyone around.

 

A rock can easily be overlooked,

For it is not glaring in our eyes,

Claiming our attention and affection.

A rock just sits beneath us.

Its gift, its value felt more with passing time.

Yep, still there.  Yep, still there.

 A rock goes nowhere fast.

Its strength and endurance uphold.

 

And as we age, and lose stamina and energy,

Unable to keep up, with all our youthful dancing in the sun…

The rock is there, providing a safe,

Steady place to sit and rest our weary bones.

Love’s resting place.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Gigil for Life

(LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF):

Had I known

That only by tomorrow

You’d be grown…

I would have went with

My first urge and instinct

To squeeze all the juice and gusto

Out of life

Before am gone.

 

Had I known,

I would have played

The part of bystander less

Observing less

Instead diving more 

Into the deep end

Of the ocean 

With reckless abandon…

 

Not even stopping to 

Worry if my hair got wet.

 

Had I known,

I would have ignored

My second more acceptable

Rational impulse 

To pay close and careful attention

To what other people think.

 

Thankfully, I’m not

10 feet under yet!

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 29- Word of the day-gigil (n.) Uncontrollable urge to pinch or squeeze someone

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/

 

Beyond the Labrynth

With all life’s twists,

And all it’s turns…

 

Labrynth…

Of failed attempt, of dreams lost,

Back bent, broken,

By exhaustion, sorrow, confusion, regret.

 

With healing, forgiveness, love,

I found this place…

A beautiful, peaceful space

Inside my soul…

 

HEART SANTUARY.

 

For this, God,

Eternally grateful.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sanctuary/

 

 

 

 

Emptying My Suitcase in Heaven

If I was given the chance,

Before making the trip to heaven,

To pack up one suitcase,

Full of heart memories,

To take with me,

 

Upon my arrival,

Through those pearly gates,

Stopping immediately,

To empty my suitcase,

The first thing to take out,

Would be the memory of your smile;

 

Those pearly whites,

Shining their bright light,

Back at me,

Having lifted and carried me forward,

Through most of my days.

 

And so, there is no question,

When moving upward and onward,

They’d remain with me.

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/empty

Me and The Greater Sea

(This is an expanded version of the poem “Conscious Gratitude” posted June 13 2016)

 One day I looked out over the majestic body of water named, The Atlantic Ocean. Feeling very small, in comparison and lost in my own inadequate reverie,  I asked myself and the sea, “What’s so special about this body called me?”

 And the sea responding rightly, through the channel of my heart said, “Ahhh, you see me!  Conscious awareness is your priceless human ability, though seeing past pain, a challenge, and finding gratitude, a choice.  Stop now and readjust your vision.”

Continue reading “Me and The Greater Sea”

Conscious Gratitude

Today, I stop, take notice,

And thank God for,

The gift of being AWARE.

 

Simply being conscious…

Of my hands that can write, touch, carry and hold,

My eyes that can see beauty, read, and connect with others,

My nose that allows me to breath in life…

Almost imperceptibly,

My feet which take me painlessly where I need to be,

My ears that hear beautiful music to brighten my day,

My voice which can speak my truth, express love, and pray…

For more gratitude.

 

So, whenever I’m fearful, frustrated, sad, or angry,

I choose gratitude, 

Life’s natural elixir,

And remedy for much unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome pain.

 

The abilities I have are gifts,

Not a given.

Today, I will be consciously grateful,

Especially so, for the one most precious gift,

Life.

 

-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.