Brick Walls and Butterflies

You say you love me,

But you don’t know me,

So how…?

 

The weight of this question,

Hangs oppressively,

Over my bones.

 

Why this brick wall,

Barricading my spirit?

 

And yet,  I don’t even,

Really know me.

 

The more I live,

The deeper I go,

And the more I see.

 

Gathering small pebbles (of truth),

From this unknowable,

Free flowing Stream.

 

But God, You know and love me,

And so my heart is joyful, light and free,

As a butterfly taking it’s final flight home.

 

Infinity’s daughter, 

Blessed by life’s endless discoveries.

 

Carried softly on the wind,

Of God’s love,

Accompanied by other,

Beautiful butterfly souls;

 

Our collective humanity.

 

(Because brick walls can’t fence butterflies in…)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fence

 

Seasons of Love and Hope

God’s love cannot be held in any container,

But permeates out to touch us,

Pouring forth like sunlight.

 

Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,

Directly on our skin,

As we do in the summer of our lives;

 

As the Summer sun warms us,

Like no other season.

 

There’s a million sad stories in the world,

Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;

Stories of our fragility and our humanity.

 

Somehow the Springing forth of new life,

Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,

Will  always capture my hope and imagination.

 

The most beautiful gift a human does possess,

Is the power within, to keep loving,

  In spite of a Fall.

 

These are the stories I never grow weary,

 Of seeing or reading or hearing,

  Like an Adele love song.

Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/summer

 

 

Clearing “Love’s Double Vision”

 

Connecting one’s missing pieces to a lover,

is a mystery of epic sorts;

an elegant dance for two,

matchless and true.

 

Believe me,

I’m the first to lose my foothold,

to fall.

 

What a dream to say,

“You complete me.”

I am you , you are me,

 now this beautiful We.

 

But what happens when that dance ends,

and I get back me; 

claiming all these broken pieces, for my own?

 

With karma complete,

is it time to retreat?

 

 If romance has flown, 

do I simply follow her sweet breath,

 out the door?

 

Or does mature love offer the promise,

of something more?

 

Selfless, rugged and raw,

this chance so seldom chosen,

to stay and continue to love another.

 

Christopher Columbus set sail for virgin terrain.

Perchance, I as well,

will discover a truer version of you, 

making our love strangely pure and new.

 

At least 10 thousand times,

 I’ve looked in your deep brown eyes.

Yet now, for the first time,

I’m seeing you.

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

Love’s Double Vision

The missing piece of me,

standing there, outside myself.

How perfect!  He likes me!

 

At first I imagined him intuiting all the shrouded,

hidden, cryptic parts of me.

Maybe he loved me, even then,

knowing there was exponentially,

so much yet unrealized?

 

Seeing past eyes, skin, nails and hair;

a carefully tailored facade, stripped bare,

by love’s expertise.

But what exactly does love see,

romantic love especially?

 

Do a double take, steal another peak,

could we perhaps just be seeing double?

I love you and you love me,

or you love you and I love me.

Wait, no!!  This can’t possibly be true? 

 

I too, standing helplessly before you,

a mere version of the missing piece,

of you.

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Me and The Greater Sea

(This is an expanded version of the poem “Conscious Gratitude” posted June 13 2016)

 One day I looked out over the majestic body of water named, The Atlantic Ocean. Feeling very small, in comparison and lost in my own inadequate reverie,  I asked myself and the sea, “What’s so special about this body called me?”

 And the sea responding rightly, through the channel of my heart said, “Ahhh, you see me!  Conscious awareness is your priceless human ability, though seeing past pain, a challenge, and finding gratitude, a choice.  Stop now and readjust your vision.”

Continue reading “Me and The Greater Sea”

Conscious Gratitude

Today, I stop, take notice,

And thank God for,

The gift of being AWARE.

 

Simply being conscious…

Of my hands that can write, touch, carry and hold,

My eyes that can see beauty, read, and connect with others,

My nose that allows me to breath in life…

Almost imperceptibly,

My feet which take me painlessly where I need to be,

My ears that hear beautiful music to brighten my day,

My voice which can speak my truth, express love, and pray…

For more gratitude.

 

So, whenever I’m fearful, frustrated, sad, or angry,

I choose gratitude, 

Life’s natural elixir,

And remedy for much unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome pain.

 

The abilities I have are gifts,

Not a given.

Today, I will be consciously grateful,

Especially so, for the one most precious gift,

Life.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

God’s Love Song

I view serendipity as the loving gestures,

Of One Romantic Universe;

 

A love song of sorts,

Moving and pulsing through the air;

 

Little chance happenings,

That touch my soul,

And raise my spirits,

In perfect time.

 

A child says, “I love you,”

When  I feel broken,

And depleted, 

Yet hide it with a smile.

 

A rose falls,

At my feet,

When not wanting to take,

One step more.

 

A bird stops to sing in my ear,

With encouraging little tweets.

(There are birds of many feathers, 

Including all of you here!)

 

There are days when God’s sweet,

Love notes,

Won’t register,

Clear and fine and true,

 

 

But once I turn down,

 The noise and static,

In my brain,

And listen with care,

 

God’s loving verse plays,

Strong and sure,

A melodious accompaniment,

To my day…

 

Both delightful,

And sublime.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Buried Heart Treasure

Once horrified by my human imperfections,

Not feeling up to standard,

Up to par,

Or truly deserving of love,

And acceptance.

 

Yet, I’ve learned the most,

About my value,

From these very limitations.

 

I just kept digging deeper,

And deeper still,

Searching for my worth,

 

Until I stumbled upon,

A most beautiful,

And priceless treasure,

One soft and utterly defenseless,

Beating heart.

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Music

What can I say?

You entice me with your words,

Your rhythm, your pulse,

Music, I adore thee!

 

You take me on a journey,

Of the heart,

With memories of times long ago,

And loves lost.

 

But you candy coat them all,

With sweetness and fondness,

So they never rust,

Or get swept away like dust.

 

You define moments,

As I live them,

Making good ones seem more wonderful,

And tough times more palatable.

 

Music sweet music,

How do you weave your magic?

Your notes must be a sister cord,

To the heart strings of my soul!

 

The Universal Heart Beat

Settle into joy,

And move gracefully,

From there.

 

Everything in due time,

Perfect order, rhythm, treble, pulse and rhyme.

 

There’s a Heart Beat,

To the Universe,

Thump, thump,

Thump, thump.

 

Stop long enough,

To feel the One pulse,

Set above,

The chaotic, oft dizzying time clocks,

of our world.

 

 Synchronize your,

 Heart strings, instead,

 To this tender love, sublime.