The Ah Ha! Moment

Poetry does nothing,

But sometimes it moves us…

Like a sunrise or a song, 

Or falling in love.

That ah ha! moment hitting us is

The Holy Spirit moving through us,

In all his glory, each time shifting

Our perceptions,

Unlocking one more door inside our hearts,

Melting one more frozen heart layer…

And finally when all the layers of lies and

Untruth are peeled away,

What’s left but a beating heart,

Fresh and pure as the driven snow,

And just as silent.

 

Gilda Patricia

(This poem was inspired by Davy D. of Inside the Mind of Davy D. 

From his June 5th 2017 post “Poetry makes nothing happen.” -W.H. Auden)

https://davydblog.com

 

Highest Love Waits

Sometimes things need to simmer,

And brew…

If we stir the pot too early,

The flavors will never intermingle,

To create something rich, complex and new.

We are taught to get on with things,

Moving further and flying higher,

Needing to seek the stars, 

And touch the moon,

Before broken wings heal.

We say, there’s no time for gleaning meaning,

Or for feelings reconsidered…

But can time truly fly by?

Or is time an illusionary condition,

Superseded by Higher love’s

Absolute vision?

This love akin to an invisible

Siamese twin, that belongs to us,

And waits on us alone,

Contentedly inseparable from our side,

Even if eternity itself got up,

And sped right by.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

Reclaiming My Family Tree

How I would have loved to stay here,

Cradled in the warmth of your embrace!

But my wild, warrior soul,

Called me forth, spurring me onward,

To a life of spiritual growth…

Slaying inner demons and

Staring down poisonous snakes,

With fanged teeth, that lie in wait,

In the thick underbrush,

Surrounding my Family Tree…

Guarding truth from plain sight.

My Goal: Never to rest, until peace

and love found a forever home,

In my soul’s “inner” nest.

 

-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

 

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