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 Path to Eternity

For my life, I would never have believed,

I came with a set of wings!

Feeling insignificant, small and alone,

Like I’d never touch the sky…

 

Yet my soul walked a million miles,

Journeyed a million different ways,

Without losing a minute of time,

Or needing a moments sleep…

 

Keeping busy experience collecting,

And memory keeping,

The soul sees much, learns much,

Loves much and knows much…

 

Remaining untouched by time.

Age is a foreign language to the timeless, eternal soul.

Real life a moving harmony,

Underneath time’s movie reel.

 

Move and be moved,

By true life’s

Spirit evoking and soul encompassing

Symphony…

 

When the time is right,

Life compassionately nudges us

Out of our comfortable nests,

Where we lay fast asleep…

 

“Fly, little Soul, fly!” Life says.

And in that moment,

We taste eternity,

Feel its tender breath on our face.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

Live Serendipity

Serendipity is a way to become whole,

By reconnecting our loses.

So if you are experiencing loss,

You are actually one of the very

Lucky ones, who has the chance

To seek, to find, to see and to know

Serendipity, today.

 

Serendipity is for the losers.

It re-balances the playing field,

Where now the losers become 

The winners…

And love comes back to you

As gracefully and graciously,

As feathers in the wind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Knowing

…I dreamt I saw you in the water,

And met you in the wood,

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

Tasting your breath in the salty air,

Your timeless touch,

Carried by the wind,

Tossing my hair.

Crossing the threshold of fantasy…

Close enough to brush away the tears

From my eyes. I dance in

Your sun and let

Your river run through me.

Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,

Swept up by Your grace.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-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.

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

 

An Olive Branch Nest

Two opposite camps,

Separate views,

Clear line, creating

Clean break, right down the middle…

The warmth seeping out.

How do we bridge the gap?

With an olive branch,

One at a time, placed gingerly

Over the deepest wound first,

Then all around…

 

A nest formed in time,

Safe space for frozen emotions,

To finally thaw.

Where birds of many different feathers,

“Flock together.”

Sharing one planet earth nest, warmed by 

The same human life-blood,

Formed by the same Loving Source.

Be the first to offer an olive branch…

Build Love’s peaceful resting place.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

This Blessed Time and Space

This space we are given,

Is a gift from God…

A place to learn and grow,

Over time.

For if we knew it all,

And had it all,

If there were no time or space,

To separate…

How would we develop,

True humility or genuine pride?

How could we be grateful,

For things not once denied?

Or appreciate a love which is,

Always by our side?

How would we learn of,

Our stamina, our will to survive,

Or be uplifted by,

The powerful, all loving hand of Grace,

If no trouble could befall or

Harm displace?

 

-Gilda Patricia

Reclaiming My Family Tree

How I would have loved to stay here,

Cradled in the warmth of your embrace!

But my wild, warrior soul,

Called me forth, spurring me onward,

To a life of spiritual growth…

Slaying inner demons and

Staring down poisonous snakes,

With fanged teeth, that lie in wait,

In the thick underbrush,

Surrounding my Family Tree…

Guarding truth from plain sight.

My Goal: Never to rest, until peace

and love found a forever home,

In my soul’s “inner” nest.

 

-Gilda Patricia