Let Love Be the Limit

They say the sky’s the limit,

But when you let love be the limit,

Then the sky itself cracks open wide,

And all things hoped for,

Come falling down like rain…

Tiny crystalized diamond  tear drops,

Faith’s substance,

Reflecting the light,

Behind your wide open

Spiritual eyes.

 

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

-Gilda Patricia

A Night with Sister Moon

On the edge of never meeting,

Hearts forever reverberating,

Lost within a dream so fleeting,

Dreamer’s last hope near retreating…

Sinking fast now,

Trying not to drown,

Braving merciless undertow,

Rip currents whirling all around…

 

Suddenly here in silent union,

With Sister Moon,

Calm, yet breathless,

Strewn across the trusted shore,

Faith blanketing my waves of doubt,

Warmed by Sister’s steady moon-glow,

Finding comfort and reassurance there. 

Peacefully, joyfully now awaiting…

 

Love’s Return, brought forth with the rising tide…

Receding nevermore.

Karma’s chains unraveled by the sands of time…

Loves True Destiny rewritten upon the stars,

A glorious Light sparkling endlessly,

Adorning Mother Earth…

As winds of change usher in,

Birth of a New Dawn.

 

-Gilda Patricia

(Poem in honor of this weeks supermoon.)

 

Campaigning for Peace

Peace in the valley,

Peace in the land,

Keep the peace with you,

Love every woman and man.

 

Your God is with you,

Each and every day,

No need to worry,

Just take peace by the hand.

 

Let go of the struggle,

Let solidarity rule,

You’re brothers and sisters,

Don’t let dissidence brew.

 

No brooding, no fighting,

Stop hurting and stifling,

Just live the peaceful, loving way,

Kindness and hope igniting.

 

Let’s get busy with the business,

Of uniting and helping each other through.

God bless the next president,

Of these United States.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Death’s Illusion

Waiting for the shoe to drop,

The ax to fall,

Walking on egg shells,

In tentative anticipation.

Can I see the door yet?

Hear deaths call?

Loved ones may die today,

Tomorrow or next?

Misfortune written,

In humanity’s script,

With permanent indelible ink.

Many faiths believing,

The day, minute,

And final hour preset,

In immovable stone.

What a heavy cross to bear!

 

So how is it,

We sometimes see people who,

Involuntarily laugh at a funeral,

Smile through tears,

Continue loving,

When they know…

All will be lost,

In a moment’s time.

Perhaps eternal soul knows,

Something more?

 

-Gilda Patricia

Poet’s Wish

Not a fighter wrestling,

With brawn,

But with emotions.

 

No world traveler,

Set on exploring exotic lands…

Instead discovering depth of feelings.

 

A gardener who prefers,

To sow seeds of hope,

And cultivate kindness,

 

Weeding out resentments,

Regrets and bad habits…

Goal, merely,

 

Harvesting World Peace.”

 Settling for,

 Humble poet’s…

 

“Serene Inner Plot.”

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Freedom for Rainbows

If we could, would we…

 Tell a star,

Not to shoot across the sky?

Not invite all their friends,

To  come out after dark?

Prevent a rainbow from stretching,

Arm long,

Through firmament…

 Instead, stealing pot of gold?

 

Unfair as,

Clipping child’s angel wings,

Curbing sweet dreams…

Only biting words,

And unbroken silence,

Swallowing their mirth…

 

JUST BECAUSE CAN.

 

Thankfully God fortifies children,

Rainbows and shooting stars,

With splendid and resilient spirits;

Colorful and glorious,

When unmuted.

 

We can’t stop rain clouds  from crying…

But if rainbows and shooting stars,

Have full license to shine,

Would not God’s children,

Most adored and protected,

Also get their time?

 

Rainbows of joy, love and freedom,

For all God’s children,

To come… 

After the rain.

 

-Gilda Patricia