Heaven is here,
Just under the adrenaline rush…
Jesus waits for those ready, willing and able to accept Him.
Peace could feel like death to some!
To me also once.
Healing is that sweet release from attachments,
Cravings and wishes for
A nonstop thrill ride,
Bringing ego satisfaction.
Soul satisfaction instead is heavenly bliss and peace…
May the serene joy of Baby Jesus’ heavenly peace,
Be yours today.
Merry Christmas!!
-by gilda patricia
At Christmastime, I’m reminded of the peace, love, and joy
That comes from reflection upon,
The humble heart of baby Jesus and the Holy family.
For the divine mystery,
Of Jesus’ humble heart,
Makes deep healing possible.
And so, this Christmas,
With the renewed birth of Jesus,
I pray for deep generational heart healing,
Wealth and well-being,
For my family, the world family, the earth and all her creatures.
Jesus is a true reminder,
That a humble heart, birthed in a humble abode,
Has the surprising potential for a rich and fruitful life,
Nestled in the eternal love and light of God’s kingdom.
Merry Christmas with love,
-gilda patricia
Shoveling away the last frozen remnants,
Within my heart sphere,
Dislodging calcification,
This quickening heart claims sovereignty,
Reawakened by long forgotten warmth,
Revived, rekindled, rejuvenated,
Ready to love.
This Christmas season,
Jesus’ divine love,
Enters into dark, musty, dusty,
Once deserted, abandoned, neglected,
Chambers, caverns, alleyways,
Trenches, basements, coves,
And other hidden spaces.
Clearing the way, shining a light,
Ushering in a new day,
For Divine Feminine….
Her arrival exquisite, yet imbued with subtle grace,
Touched by the most tender, patient, ever-loving,
And eternal heart of Jesus,
My heart beats in time.
May each heart attune,
Keeping pace with the beat of love,
Ready to strike up a delightful new melody,
And sing a new song,
At this unprecedented time,
Of unity’s dawn.
-by gilda patricia
Jesus had a perfect link to Source,
Untainted, unbroken, understood.
When his Creator father called,
He answered…
With a vision perfect and crystal clear,
With a heart harboring no doubt,
With a life showing no resistance…
Even when things got tough,
Even with his body beaten, broken, blood stained,
Stripped bare of pride and human dignity,
Even up to the final breath,
Of his unfair death,
He never dropped the call.
Thank you Jesus for taking the call, thereby erasing our fate and securing our life everlasting.
by gilda patricia
Jesus lives in-between the dark and the light.
Please be the bridge to take us there!
In the harsh glaring daylight,
Lives the judge,
And in the darkest night’s hidden corners,
The judged, who cower, lie in wait…
There’s another way, another time and space,
Created as the sun rises and sets,
Where beauty, joy and wonder weave themselves,
Into a magical playground,
Perfectly blending love and light,
Transforming darkness…
In this space between.
-Gilda Patrica
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
Jesus, being God, had “cart blanche”
Chance to be anything, go anywhere,
Do anything.
Instead he chose to stay…
In the fire and the brimstone,
To face the music of another (every) man’s song,
To settle someone else’s score,
To right someone else’s wrong,
And to rewrite history,
All by the ripe old age of 33.
On Christmas, He was born,
And by Easter reborn…
So that souls would know mercy,
grace and love forevermore.
Quite the “To Do” List!
Thank God for Jesus’ where-with-all.
Or where would we be?
Most blessed and Happiest Easter.
-Gilda Patricia
No one told You to give up your life,
No one told You to die,
No one told You to forgive all our sins,
To carry Your cross to Your grave,
For life eternally ours.
So Jesus, I’d just like to ask, why?
No answer followed,
Just the gasp of a final breath,
And the proof of a love
Which could be no greater.
Blessed Good Friday to all.
-Gilda Patricia
Jesus won’t fan the flames,
Of your broken heart, or
Dry the tears that cling to
It’s despairing walls,
Until you dust off your
Spiritual bones,
And de-rust your sense of trust…
Then watch the healing breath,
Of Divine Love,
Breeze through and all around,
The fresh air of grace...
Clearing away stagnant
Remnants of a broken past,
Sad souls reawakening,
Lives once damaged…
Renewed.
-Gilda Patricia
Jesus Your Presence,
Is the greatest present.
You are pure love, peace
And understanding.
For me, you would sit,
And wait for eternity…
This Christmas, may I not forget,
Take for granted or overlook,
Your enduring peaceful Spirit,
Which surpasses the human understanding.
May I not get too caught up,
Or lost in the holiday craze…
Forgetting You are the true
“Reason for the season!”
You may not come wrapped in,
Ribbons and bows,
Your subtle, quiet Light,
May not glisten as bright,
As the Rockefeller Center tree,
In New York City…
But as for peace and understanding,
Nothing matches the Light,
Of Your Loving Presence…
Christmas, the gift of
Christ living within our souls.
-Gilda Patricia
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