A walking miracle,
& friend to the end…
Because to you, the little things,
Always meant a lot.
Our angel now in heaven,
In blessed peace may you rest,
Back to your forever Home,
Mom, Nana, Aunt, Cousin, Sister, Friend,
Great grandma,
We’ll always love you!
You truly were…
Heaven sent.
-by gilda patricia
Coming down to earth,
Rising from the dead,
And opening heaven’s gates,
Fulfilled half of Jesus’ wish.
But getting every last one
Of his children home,
Would surely make
His Will complete.
In following
His Will for us…
We then help Jesus to fulfill,
A Will most loving, most perfect,
most holy and complete.
Happiest Easter!
-Gilda Patricia
If life were only heaven,
I imagine things would be
Lovely and complete!
But how then to transform?
What to rise above?
What thing to unlearn?
When and where to create a life,
If no time or space?
With no place to play,
Or twists of fate,
Just peace, love and light…
Could there be a way to graduate?
Thankfully heaven will wait for me.
And when I’m good and done,
The sweetest chance to re-unite, rest…
And re-ignite, life’s inevitably
Dimming flame.
-Gilda Patricia
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/
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
A perpetual dreamer;
My head nearly always,
“In the clouds.”
Up, up, and away I’d fly,
Seeking and soaring,
To some amazing spiritual heights,
Once releasing,
Little buried chunks of past lies,
There was nothing to hold me back…
Then dirty, messy,
Sometimes ugly and chaotic,
Raw, real and wonderful,
“MOTHERHOOD,”
Brought me back down to earth,
Tethering me to my humanity,
Like a helium balloon,
Held tightly in the fist,
Of a small boy;
Keeping me from crashing,
And burning, into the sun.
Now heaven walks with me,
As I walk beside,
My sweet and precious son.
-Gilda Patricia
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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