Emptying My Suitcase in Heaven

If I was given the chance,

Before making the trip to heaven,

To pack up one suitcase,

Full of heart memories,

To take with me,

 

Upon my arrival,

Through those pearly gates,

Stopping immediately,

To empty my suitcase,

The first thing to take out,

Would be the memory of your smile;

 

Those pearly whites,

Shining their bright light,

Back at me,

Having lifted and carried me forward,

Through most of my days.

 

And so, there is no question,

When moving upward and onward,

They’d remain with me.

-Gilda Patricia

 

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Me and The Greater Sea

(This is an expanded version of the poem “Conscious Gratitude” posted June 13 2016)

 One day I looked out over the majestic body of water named, The Atlantic Ocean. Feeling very small, in comparison and lost in my own inadequate reverie,  I asked myself and the sea, “What’s so special about this body called me?”

 And the sea responding rightly, through the channel of my heart said, “Ahhh, you see me!  Conscious awareness is your priceless human ability, though seeing past pain, a challenge, and finding gratitude, a choice.  Stop now and readjust your vision.”

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Hear Me

Some people need to be famous,

And others need to be rich;

But there are days,

I don’t even think,

I need to be loved,

As much,

As I need,

To be,

heard.

 

God says, 

“I hear each beat of your heart,

Before you even form a thought,

Or move your lips to speak (a word).

 

As I open my heart,

The peace of God’s truth,

Settles in,

And We share a TENDER SILENCE.

 

“Thank God, You hear me.”

-Gilda Patricia

Fool’s Gold

Would you only,

Know a sunrise,

If it’s golden tones,

Were real nuggets,

Of gold?

Or a rainbow,

If it’s green hues,

Were cold, hard,

Dollar bills?

 

And if a thousand,

Sand dollars,

Were strewn,

Across the beach,

Glistening in the sun,

Like silver;

Would they need to be,

Susan B. Anthony,

To catch your eye?

 

The worth,

Of the stars,

The sky,

And the sea,

Is unknown,

To one,

Who’s heart is a sieve;

Merely panning the horizon,

For some “choice”commodity.

 

Surmising the only thing,

Of value (in the world),

Is that which,

Can be bought and sold,

 Sieves out,

All the beauty,

Wonder and awe, 

From my brain,

Replacing it instead…

 

With frozen little chunks of empty lies,

A life of real worth, devoid.

 

-Gilda Patricia

A Cupful of Heart Memories

I don’t see life,

As a race to collect,

More and more experiences,

For the simple sake,

Of collecting them;

 

Only to be kept crumpled up,

In old worn out pockets,

Or locked away,

In dark, dusty closets.

 

Experiences need to be

Savored slowly,

Felt deeply,

And stored safely…

 

Turning otherwise,

Lost moments,

Into warm memories,

Tenderly cupped,

In open and loving hearts.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Buried Heart Treasure

Once horrified by my human imperfections,

Not feeling up to standard,

Up to par,

Or truly deserving of love,

And acceptance.

 

Yet, I’ve learned the most,

About my value,

From these very limitations.

 

I just kept digging deeper,

And deeper still,

Searching for my worth,

 

Until I stumbled upon,

A most beautiful,

And priceless treasure,

One soft and utterly defenseless,

Beating heart.

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Loving Gaze

Lips,

Eyes,

Hair,

Skin,

My human (body) form,

Inside and out;

 

You see this,

And so much more…

 

Heart,

Mind,

Soul,

 

You see me,

In my entirety;

 

In my grandeur,

And frailty,

My successes,

And crushing failures,

 

Whether I’m smooth sailing,

With the wind behind,

Or swimming upstream,

Paddle-less.

 

Even when I’m standing still,

Or laying desperate,

Broken and defeated,

On the ground,

 

The whole world rushing by…

 

You see me.

 

Holding me steadfast,

In your loving gaze,

You see me as I am,

And I rise like a new day,

Warmed by the light,

Of the sun.

 

Thank God, You see me.

 

 

 

 

Sweet Music

What can I say?

You entice me with your words,

Your rhythm, your pulse,

Music, I adore thee!

 

You take me on a journey,

Of the heart,

With memories of times long ago,

And loves lost.

 

But you candy coat them all,

With sweetness and fondness,

So they never rust,

Or get swept away like dust.

 

You define moments,

As I live them,

Making good ones seem more wonderful,

And tough times more palatable.

 

Music sweet music,

How do you weave your magic?

Your notes must be a sister cord,

To the heart strings of my soul!