Jesus’ “To Do” List

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

 

Jesus, Why?

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

Clearing Collateral Damage

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

 

The Gift of Christ-mas

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