The Space Between

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

 

 

 

God’s Property

Too complex (complicated)

To be fully known, understood.

Too fragile to be

Used and abused,

Had and discarded,

Controlled and pinned down.

Too sensitive to accept or live

Inauthentic lives.

Too protected

To claim “victimhood,”

Defeat or despair.

Too loved to

Hide away, lie in fear,

Or shrivel up and die…

God’s Property

Through and through…

100% Eternal life,

Freedom, peace, joy, love,understanding,

Eternal bliss…

My birthright.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Good things come in small doses.

                The world’s inherent make-up seeks,

                                            BALANCE

                  Our lives too must be in balance,

                  To experience joy and gratitude.

                   Too much of even a good thing,

                                    Is not good.

                   What makes things precious

                              Is their scarcity,

                     What is most appreciated,

              Is that which is rare in occurrence,

 Such as youth, beauty, gold, finding your soul-mate,

                            Free time, silence

                          and really good ideas.  

 

-Gilda Patricia

Humanity’s Garbage Collector

Humble Presence,

Patiently waiting,

To dispose of…

The guilt, sorrow and blame,

Still haunting our past,

As well as dread and hopelessness,

Lurking there in our future.

 

God’s open hands and heart,

Accepting our long-awaited,

Renunciation…

Night or day, anytime!

No “special pick-up” required,

No explanation needed,

Or questions asked.

 

Happy to schlep away every burdensome load.

In no way above this so-called,

“Dirty work.”

Removing the dark thoughts fermenting,

In dark hidden alleys,

Attracting fearsome scavengers,

In our troubled minds. 

 

Brave hearts,

Need only release “hang-ups.”

Placing present life in God’s,

Competent, most qualified hands…

Heavy-laden hearts, now emptied,

Spread their lightness and joy,

Across the land.

 

-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

 

 

 

A Letter of Longing

Dear Lord,

This place with many,

              Neither happy, loved or free,

 Away from here,

    Won’t You please take me!

I’m tired of the pain that surrounds,

Dear Lord, why must this be?

         When I long for sunny faces,

Of singers crooning,

Children laughing,

    Lover’s swooning,

People dancing,

     Flowers blooming,

           Poet’s minds wandering,

          Senior citizens meandering,

Economy booming,

  No need for pandering,

  Starlight flickering,

Fiddlers fiddling,

No more bickering!

 

   Days of joy,

   For future generations,

   This poet’s letter is

   My pagsamo.

   Love, me.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Written for Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

Word of the day, Day 9-pagsamo (n.) The act of pleading

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/

 

  

God “Liked Me” First

One month ago today,

I happily entered this strange,

And wonderful,

“WordPress Land!”

 

It’s easy,

To get caught up wondering,

“Do you like my poems?”

“Do you like me?”

“Really?  Do ya?  Do ya?  Do ya?”

 

Everyone’s busy,

With lives to lead, 

It’s easy to see.

So thanks for your interest,

And stopping to read…

 

What a blessing and a sweet surprise!

 

It brings me joy to meet,

Fellow soul travelers such as yourself,

With separate journeys,

Yet connected at our Essence or Core.

 

I’m touched by your likes and encouraging words.

 

Still keepin it all in perspective,

And keepin it real,

God “liked me” first;

His beloved child,

Most cherished and adored!

 

-Gilda Patricia