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


Inner Lighthouse

In the night, dark, cold and grey,

Stranded, naked, alone and shivering…

Searching distant shores,

For a little warmth and light.


Do you seek outside for answers,

Longing for freedom’s sight?

Or can you see past the horizon,

Where your ship was due to come in?


Sure as each day turns to night,

And each night becomes the day,

Your darkness too shall fall away.

Never will the Lord desert you…


Just turn on your Sacred Inner Light,

And feel the warmth and peace,

As God’s love lights your way. 


-Gilda Patricia



I to i

little broken i,

separate, alone one…

lost at sea.

Healing…a process of 

becoming Whole;

Connecting to the Greater One,

Universal I.

never needing to feel,

broken, separate or alone again.

i now, first time, living in Truth.

one little i stretching outward,

little tributary reaching for,

and met by the Greater Sea…

of One-ness.

I to i,

One to one,

You and me. 


-Gilda Patricia

Dropping Costumes

Super human,

Don’t claim to be.

Playing Wonder Woman,

Not my priority.


Letting go of,

Stubborn pride’s game.

Tight, ill-fitting costume,

Won’t suit me.


Giving it to God,

Just for today.

Wearing my truth,

Like a shield of honor.


Taking time out…

One very precious moment,

To relax, unwind,

Be me!

(I actually love Wonder Woman.  Just wouldn’t wish to fill her shoes!)


-Gilda Patricia

That’s Something!

God is Everything.

And it’s fair to say,

That I am something.

As something is,

Part of Everything,

So too, God must be,

Part of me.



Once I link to God,

Who is Everything,

I can stop running,

Willy nilly around,

As one without a head,

Viewing the whole wide world,

Through the eyes,

Of God instead.


When I clear my brain to correct,

Tunnel vision…

How much quicker and easier, 

I get where need to be!

Better than buying faster running shoes,

Or building stronger muscles.

I may be something, but without connecting to,

EVERYTHING, I am nothing.


-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












Soulmate at Sea

I, the sea, really like to get into things, see all sides, swallow them up, for full understanding.  Depth.  It’s all about going down deep.

I often bang up against the rocks, but the rocks frame me, contain me, give me structure.  They are good.  Yet I can never penetrate a rock, or get deep within its core, as much as I try.

Rocks hurt, as they are strong, hard, unbending.  The rock means well, that’s just its structure.  It is what it is!

Sun’s rays dance and glide gently across my wet surface, hard to resist sensual ways. But the sunlight, same as the air it streams through, wish no part of diving into my watery chasm, my core, the place where I live…

An undersea odyssey of mystery, complexity, wonder and awe, the air and sun never to explore, know or see.  Mere surface play, I to you, you to me.

Neither simple nor easy, I take care of me, once I get past swells of pride, grief, hurt and blame, waves of pity, fear, anger, self loathing and doubt, and the dangerous waters of complacency, ignorance, judgement, false beliefs and human weakness.

These pit-falls create riptides which threaten my healing, yet are washed out to sea with purifying cleanse of regular spiritual practice.  Clinging to “water under the bridge,”not optional.

So where is my great white whale, dolphin, or merman; fun-loving, interesting, interested, powerful and strong, yet compassionate and warm?  Ready to dive in, unafraid of my soulful depths, his or ours?

(God is the greatest companion for souls lost or abandoned at sea…turning once empty, broken hearts into chests of overflowing spiritual treasure!)


-Gilda Patricia 






Past Level Ground

In the alligator pit of life,

Knocked so low,

With no choice but,

To climb or die.



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,


Decide to just…keep climbing…


Higher up, with starlight,

From God’s kingdom,


In my eyes,


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


-Gilda Patricia