Tag: imagination

Snow Angels

Imagine snowflakes were tiny

Angels falling from the sky…?

A flurry of grace,

Gently kissing our skin with coolness,

Purity, lightness and kindness…

Gates of heaven opening, to allow

Their playful and whimsical flight down

To earth…enlivening, enriching, hope-filling,

Awakening heavy, slumbering 

Hearts and spirits,

Calming fiery souls…

Emotions, otherwise running rampant,

Across the globe.

 

Angels, some one hundred million

Strong…really too many to count!

Selflessly cascading down,

Tiny treasures leaving cloud nine,

Making their earthly descent,

To cushion our footfalls,

On the hardest, bleakest,

Most barren places.

Blanketing our world,

In peace, love and calm,

For a moment…

Then disappearing back,

Into nothingness.

(A magical winter’s tale to spark the imagination and melt

frozen hearts…May angels walk with you!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

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

Seasons of Love and Hope

God’s love cannot be held in any container,

But permeates out to touch us,

Pouring forth like sunlight.

 

Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,

Directly on our skin,

As we do in the summer of our lives;

 

As the Summer sun warms us,

Like no other season.

 

There’s a million sad stories in the world,

Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;

Stories of our fragility and our humanity.

 

Somehow the Springing forth of new life,

Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,

Will  always capture my hope and imagination.

 

The most beautiful gift a human does possess,

Is the power within, to keep loving,

  In spite of a Fall.

 

These are the stories I never grow weary,

 Of seeing or reading or hearing,

  Like an Adele love song.

–Gilda Patricia

 

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