The Effects of Angel Dust

Perhaps treading too lightly

To shake up world history books,

But just a flicker of your glistening light,

And your whisper soft words,

Keep spirits afloat.

Protecting broken hearts from

Crumbling or numbing,

Advocate for the invisible,

Oft’ neglected soul,

You reclaim their royal significance.

This humble witness proclaims,

“You’ve made your mark!”

…For a healing dose of your angel dust,

Remains sprinkled upon,

My ever grateful heart.

 

(Dedicated to my mom on Mother’s Day, and all the other beautiful soul warriors out there…You know who you are!!!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Love’s True Precision

We think “Divine love for all,”

Sounds generic and bland,

Not nearly special or unique.

But this is far from the truth,

Of God’s plan.

God knows us each personally,

Every heart string counts.

He travels to those hidden spaces inside,

Revealing our hope, desires and wishes…

Then echoes them right back, “no strings attached.”

Nothing is impossible,

Or out of reach…for God,

The most loving “Soul Doctor,”

Providing love for us, so precise and true,

A perfect match.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Incredible Shrinking Souls

Did you ever stop to wonder,

How a baby’s smile,

And glistening eyes,

Can brighten the lives,

Of everyone in the room?

 

I imagine their soul, ten feet tall,

Uncontainable, shining

Light stretching out,

Far and wide,

To touch even the saddest soul.

 

Precious and rare,

As a flower in full bloom,

Accepting sun’s rays,

Trusting, loving,

No judgements perceived.

 

Joyful and carefree,

Loving without restraint.

Tell me, can’t you feel,

The brilliant light,

They emanate?

 

Often as we age,

Our light grows dim.

 Souls shrinking up,

Curling in tight,

Small as a baby.

 

Many souls shut down completely,

In protection,

From all they know and see,

Avoiding painful blows,

Of disappointment, dishonor, despair.

 

The world we live in,

Is not known,

For maintaining,

Larger than life,

Open wide souls.

 

The next time you see a baby,

Stop to soak in their light.

Be reminded what it means,

To live with grand exuberance,

Heart and soul open wide.

 

Know you are witnessing a miracle.

 

I do believe,

Souls shrink as we grow,

So remember to keep sending extra love,

To everyone,

Everywhere you go!

 

-Gilda Patricia

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/

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Dream of You

In my dreams,

Lie your sweet perfection…

The truest love song ever written,

Brightest candle ever lit,

Fullest moon in darkest night.

 

Pretending to wish you by my side…

Just a game,

For my heart already knows,

Perfect Reality,

Could not survive harsh daylight.

 

Still, I find, sweet dreams of you,

Keep me going, striving, reaching, growing,

Beyond surviving…

 

For these untainted reveries of you,

Lay nestled inside… a perfect world of bliss;

My Future Heaven.

 

-Gilda Patricia

(A letter addressed to my Higher/Future Self.)

 

Day 20- word of the day- kundiman (n.) meaning love song

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/

 

 

 

 

The Lone Poet

Scaling the endless,

Breadth of the imagination,

And braving the solitary,

Depth of the human spirit,

With surprising grace and ease.

 

Capturing life’s elusive,

Inner rhythm,

Single heartedly;

 

The Lone Poet.

 

Traversing the inner landscape,

Of the human heart.

Stepping gingerly,

Through pathways and corridors,

Overgrown with richness,

And brimming with life;

 

Such a beautiful sight!

 

The Lone Poet,

Whose lines and verse,

Keep pace with humanity’s,

Brightest days,

And darkest nights,

 

Never really walks alone.

 

-Gilda Patricia