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

 

 

 

Compassionate Passion

What’s better, fire-red passion

Or pure white compassion?

Neither and both.

We need to find a loving space 

In the middle,

A place of forward movement,

And thinking,

Or else we just spin our wheels,

Round and round in circles,

Getting nowhere, becoming

More fearful or more feared.

 

True living is realizing our need,

For the opposite other,

Without abandoning, neglecting,

Or negating ourselves.

Our passionate red fire

Gives life purpose, meaning and

Reason for being, while

White purity of heart or

Spiritual goodness,

Subdues our passions,

Throwing some healing water,

On our flames and our pains.

Love is passion tempered with

Compassion…

Patience, trust, faith, rest, healing,

Acceptance, forgiveness and

Highest intentions.

Compassion is needed,

As we play our life games,

Reaching for our ruby-red dreams.

 

by gilda patricia 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Get Connected!

Do what you love,

for the love of others,

and get into the,

One~~~Living~~~Stream~~~

God’s eternal Holy Waters~

supplying the flow~~~ 

for life’s creations*

Try sending a “google” out~

to God…asking a question*

then waiting on a reply~

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When you are swimming in~ 

the stream of the Living Waters~

then you are networking~

with ease* 

Connected and~~~

One~~~with~~~life’s~~~endless~~~flowing~~~

R~~~e~~~c~~~r~~~e~~~a~~~t~~~i~~~o~~~n~~~*

 

(No computer skills necessary,

and the network connection is free!)*

 

Rest Easy and Long

I can’t save my family,

I can’t save the world.

In God’s love rest easy, rest long…

Try as I may,

I can’t hold back the breaking dawn.

Rest easy my child, rest long…

All my fruitless pushing and pleading,

Won’t cause a tidal wave’s receding.

Pointless worry, wasted effort and time,

On unknown reason and rhyme?

In God’s love come rest your head,

Rest easy, rest long…

Knowing you are blessed!

Take away my security, my home,

My strength and my song,

Leave me on the street for dead,

Disregard all I’ve ever done or said,

For I know God’s love carries on.

And only in God’s love,

Do I rest easy and long…

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Infinite Eyes

A New Year…

Just another day in infinity...

Look, deeply look,

In your loved one’s eyes,

Behind them lies infinity…

Look, really look into the night skies,

Beyond such grandness stands infinity…

Look, really look with respect and dignity,

Upon all living things,

For in each one, infinity resides.

Infinity is all around,

Inbedded within and

Above and beyond.

So respect and love,

What you see here and now

 

Just stop…

And see your world,

With infinite eyes.

 

-Gilda Patricia

A blessed, safe, happy, healthy New Year to you and yours, in 2018!”

 

 

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

 

Let Love Be the Limit

They say the sky’s the limit,

But when you let love be the limit,

Then the sky itself cracks open wide,

And all things hoped for,

Come falling down like rain…

Tiny crystalized diamond  tear drops,

Faith’s substance,

Reflecting the light,

Behind your wide open

Spiritual eyes.

 

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

-Gilda Patricia