I find everything’s alright,
When I write…
Not because I have,
The power to make things right;
But the chance to,
Find my way.
And as I write,
A way is made.
-Gilda Patricia
Tag: healing
An Unexpected Healing
Oh pretentious morning,
Mocking the free fall of night!
Clouds do hover.
Then a certain quietude settles over.
And I turn to see,
A thousand white doves,
Taking flight.
(God is my quietude.)
Healing Heart
The conscious spiritual,
Healing path,
Can be described in 2 words,
Pure magic.
It’s really God’s grace,
Leading us, in time,
To heaven’s gate; a metaphor for,
That spontaneous and natural,
Defining moment,
When we drop our luggage or baggage,
At the door,
Allowing only love to enter.
Our heart, now as wide as the universe itself,
Becomes our heaven.
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