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
Stripped,
Searched,
Emptied,
Loss of identity…
Grounded and
Delayed but not detained…
Redirected,
Realigned,
Reemerged victorious,
With reaffirmed faith,
Soaring high above the clouds,
With God’s angels…
His Will, my delight.
-Gilda Patricia
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
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
Rewrite
Every
Sorrow,
Obliterate
Loss…
Universal/unending
Time
Is
Overriding
New Year.
-Gilda Patricia
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
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
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
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.
NOW THAT’S SOMETHING!
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
Sensitive soul,
Labeled softy,
With no backbone.
A turtle born without,
A shell, to hide away in,
Or ward off unseen attack.
Feeling, seeing, living,
Heart openly beating,
No chance of retreating.
Soft, sensitive soul…
Stronger than,
One might think.
-Gilda Patricia
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