God offers strength in disentanglement,
Peace in disengagement,
And freedom in release…
For all the tired & weary caregivers, God warriors and peace bringers of the world,
God sends down his love,
On Spirit wings,
To mend these human angels with broken wings,
Touching each one,
With just enough heavenly grace,
To keep flying,
Above the madness and the mayhem…
Secure in the peace, love and joy,
Of God, this year and always,
Until arriving safely Home again.
-by gilda patricia
Just one of 8 billion souls on earth,
And growing!
8 billion perspectives, expressions,
And facets of the one God source….
My two eyes are just two,
Of 16 billion other eyes looking out,
8 billion different views of life,
From 8 billion unique angles,
8 billion strong,
Living, breathing, loving, moving,
Fractals of God light…
So many points, shades, shadows and refractions…
8 billion with an equal chance,
To mirror reflect the one God source…
If you do the math,
I matter NOT,
But if you do higher spiritual-level mathematics,
I matter most, as do all
8 billion others… that’s you!
Striving to be clear-sighted, conscious,
Loving and peaceful expressions of Source,
Means higher vistas and brighter,
Lighter, lovelier days,
On the horizon…
For all 8 billion of us.
8 billion to one,
God agrees!
-by gilda patricia
Feeling weary,
Feeling dreary,
Ghouls to my left,
Goblins to my right,
Walking with dread,
Into the darkened night,
Pushed and pulled by raging storms,
Blanketed in fear,
Swept up by sorrow.
Could this be my dance with Spirit?
Building pinnacles of trust,
Shaping arches of hope,
Balancing stones of strength,
Bringing geysers of compassion,
Weaving webs of angelic love,
Growing endless vines of peace,
Filling fields with abundant life…
My soul living infinitely in God’s kingdom,
And eternally in God’s Spirit,
Ever rooted in soulful security,
A heart overflowing in joy.
-by gilda patricia
I can’t save my family,
I can’t save the world.
In God’s love rest easy, rest long…
Try as I may,
I can’t hold back the breaking dawn.
Rest easy my child, rest long…
All my fruitless pushing and pleading,
Won’t cause a tidal wave’s receding.
Pointless worry, wasted effort and time,
On unknown reason and rhyme?
In God’s love come rest your head,
Rest easy, rest long…
Knowing you are blessed!
Take away my security, my home,
My strength and my song,
Leave me on the street for dead,
Disregard all I’ve ever done or said,
For I know God’s love carries on.
And only in God’s love,
Do I rest easy and long…
-Gilda Patricia
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
Rewrite
Every
Sorrow,
Obliterate
Loss…
Universal/unending
Time
Is
Overriding
New Year.
-Gilda Patricia
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.)
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
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
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
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