Mining for Gold

Skimming stones,

Across water’s surface…

False pursuits,

Of superficial illusion.

Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,

Look good to the eyes,

Feel good to the ego…

While devoid of human-heart-truth,

And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.

Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.

...Changing focus,

Diving deep,

Mining substantial, sustainable Love,

Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.

Anchoring new foundations,

Of God’s underlying golden peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-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

 

 

A Night with Sister Moon

On the edge of never meeting,

Hearts forever reverberating,

Lost within a dream so fleeting,

Dreamer’s last hope near retreating…

Sinking fast now,

Trying not to drown,

Braving merciless undertow,

Rip currents whirling all around…

 

Suddenly here in silent union,

With Sister Moon,

Calm, yet breathless,

Strewn across the trusted shore,

Faith blanketing my waves of doubt,

Warmed by Sister’s steady moon-glow,

Finding comfort and reassurance there. 

Peacefully, joyfully now awaiting…

 

Love’s Return, brought forth with the rising tide…

Receding nevermore.

Karma’s chains unraveled by the sands of time…

Loves True Destiny rewritten upon the stars,

A glorious Light sparkling endlessly,

Adorning Mother Earth…

As winds of change usher in,

Birth of a New Dawn.

 

-Gilda Patricia

(Poem in honor of this weeks supermoon.)

 

God’s Loving Gaze

Lips,

Eyes,

Hair,

Skin,

My human (body) form,

Inside and out;

 

You see this,

And so much more…

 

Heart,

Mind,

Soul,

 

You see me,

In my entirety;

 

In my grandeur,

And frailty,

My successes,

And crushing failures,

 

Whether I’m smooth sailing,

With the wind behind,

Or swimming upstream,

Paddle-less.

 

Even when I’m standing still,

Or laying desperate,

Broken and defeated,

On the ground,

 

The whole world rushing by…

 

You see me.

 

Holding me steadfast,

In your loving gaze,

You see me as I am,

And I rise like a new day,

Warmed by the light,

Of the sun.

 

Thank God, You see me.

 

 

 

 

Letter to My Inner Child

                                                                   It is

                                                        Your life pursuit,

                                               To light your candle and to,

                                               Keep that ember burning,

                                                        In the face of,

                                            All inner and outer resistance,

                                                  Not to allow that candle,

                                                       To be snuffed out.

                                   This candle is your soul,  it feels wonderful,

                                          When it’s lit.  You will find a way.  

                                         There will come a day when your,

                                           Light will burn, bright and clear

                                                             and strong.

                                                 You will be the guardian,

                                     The keeper of this light.  It is your duty.

                                                  No one else may care, 

                                                 But that doesn’t matter,

                                      They don’t need to,  it’s not their job. 

                                                    You will learn this.

                                           Others may or may not notice,

                                                 Your burning ember.

                                              This doesn’t matter either. 

                                          Your warmth still touches them,

                                              And warms your own heart,

                                             Through all troubling times,

                                            Both personal and collective.

Love Gilda

 

On Being

I am a being of love and light,

Nothing more, nothing less.

There is only One light and One love,

Streaming through us all.

I have the capacity to do,

Everything I need to do,

And the potential to be,

Everything I need to be.

In God’s time lies the promise,

Of so much more.