A Spiritual Quest

Time spent here is just experience lived.

Have we gained wisdom?

Have we learned compassion…

For ourselves, for others?

Good!  Then you’re progressing fine.

Time cannot run out.

Success has nothing to do with the length of 

Your mortality or the state of your physicality.

Spirit asks, “What have you learned of love?

What is your golden rule, faith or fear?

Who is your God, body or Spirit?”

Need more time to learn?  No worry!

Soul’s are eternal and so is your life…

On love’s infinite spiritual quest,

You are always access approved.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Earth Angel

Dear Inner Child,

         Hi honey!  Do you have any clue how special you are?  No, of course you don’t.  Your “lovability” quotient, your worth, has nothing, zero, zilch to do with the people around you. The Universe adores you, precious angel, and is gifting you this very instant with even just your breath.  

         Angels are breathing air into your nostrils to fill your lungs.  And they are hovering around you like “helicopter angels,” making sure everything is functioning properly for you to survive.  Little Aunties and Grandma and Poppy angels too.  You mean the world to them!  Why?  Well because only you are you.  There’s never been and never will be another.  You are something utterly new, fascinating even. Their gaze fixed lovingly upon you, they are smiling and just so happy you got up today!  They gave you a gentle nudge, you just didn’t feel it, but it got you going.  

          They need you to do what you will, this day.  Your guardian angels think so highly of you! They have no human eyes, ears, arms, legs or bodies.  The world is a place they will never inhabit.  They need you to live, and pray you will live well and long.  So be an angel on earth for them!  They find you heavenly and love you truly.

                                                                   Love from, Future You.

Beautiful Eternal Soul

Loser, winner,

Why identify?

We can still be happy,

Since neither is who we are.

Lose or win,

Is only what we do,

Sometimes up, sometimes down,

No reason to be proud or blue.

 

Who you are will always be,

A truth set,

In the fabric of Infinity…

Much stronger than earth’s stones and bones,

Soulful child of Eternal Mother,

Blessed accompaniment,

For God’s graceful symphony,

Love’s chosen one.

 

Life’s only joy,

When you are happy,

Cherubim spread wings,

And angels sing!

 

-Gilda Patricia

Life’s Facade

Hidden behind chosen front,

Veneer created for survival,

Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.

 

Glazing over and clouding,

Perfect vision,

Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.

 

Which face is real,

And which untrue,

Have we forgotten?

 

We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;

Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…

The concealing stories we tell.

 

A state of being maybe only death,

Could strip away?

Peeling back false nature…

 

Revealing,

Pure Love’s,

True Identity.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Lost and Found

Tough life may teach one,

Truth of God’s love,

And identity as, 

Most Beloved Child.”

 

First complaining, blaming,

Fighting, crying out,

“Who would want this life,

Of strife?”

 

At moments even,

Wishing for God to…

                                  take

                                       it

                                          all

                                            back.

 

Could prayers,

Contain such sincerity and fervor,

If not having once,

                                 fallen

                                    desperately

                                         to

                                           knees…

World torn apart?

 

Maybe pain keeps this train,

                                       on

                                           it’s

                                              track.

By calling out to God,

Faith muscles newly oiled,

And limber…

                                  safe

                                       in

                                        Godspeed.

Losing self means finding God,

L                 S                                   

            O                   T                   and… -_-_-_-_-_-_ Found.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Gigil for Life

(LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF):

Had I known

That only by tomorrow

You’d be grown…

I would have went with

My first urge and instinct

To squeeze all the juice and gusto

Out of life

Before am gone.

 

Had I known,

I would have played

The part of bystander less

Observing less

Instead diving more 

Into the deep end

Of the ocean 

With reckless abandon…

 

Not even stopping to 

Worry if my hair got wet.

 

Had I known,

I would have ignored

My second more acceptable

Rational impulse 

To pay close and careful attention

To what other people think.

 

Thankfully, I’m not

10 feet under yet!

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 29- Word of the day-gigil (n.) Uncontrollable urge to pinch or squeeze someone

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

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

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