Poet’s Wish

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

 

The Fabric of My Existence

In the fabric of my life,

When the string with your name on it,

Was pulled out,

The whole tapestry came undone…

 

There I sat,

Carelessly strewn across the floor,

A knotted up, messy ball, threadbare,

Disheveled, unrecognizable.

 

Until the day came,

When I decided,

To take a chance,

On God’s handiwork…

 

With dexterous love and care,

He refashioned my life brand new,

From the inside out.

Using a sturdier fabric this time…

 

 Lifetime warranty,

Guaranteed to never again unravel,

Without consent,

Or without God’s Will.

 

But in humanness, as life,

Will always find a kink or two,

To be tailored and reshaped,

With God’s love…no payment due.

 

The finishing touch, gladly accepted,

A label affixed,

On the fabric of my existence,

“God’s property…Handle with loving kindness.

 

-Gilda Patricia