The Majestic Now

Here, now is where Mother and Father God,

In divine love reside.

As I look into one of God’s most majestic creature’s eyes,

It’s no surprise to find it living,

Contentedly here now.

I imagine humans are the only creatures,

Who could even choose to inhabit the illusionary worlds,

Of past or future…

But here now, balanced on this threshold,

Between yesterday and tomorrow,

The most fantastical and whimsical imaginings,

Of trusting souls may arise,

Birthed under the loving light of their heavenly Father’s grace.

Why not stop here now for just a moment…

Dip your toes and rest your bones,

In the naturally mystical melting pot,

Of what you’ve dreamed,

And what you’ve dared not.

This space here now,

Once so casually overlooked,

Is the present that sad souls,

Have been waiting for.

I can learn a lot from God’s majestic,

Yet simple creatures…

For I too am one.

-gilda patricia

The Freedom of Faith

Free to enjoy the simple pleasures of life,

Free to find beauty in a forgotten field,

Free to make friends with frogs, butterflies and trees,

Free to fall in love with the breeze,

Free to frolic in the glistening blue sea,

Free to send a pray up to the heavens,

Through cloud filled skies,

Trusting stars wink back and the sun smiles.

God’s universe is His children’s playground,

This is the freedom of faith.

by gilda patricia

Happy 4th of July America! May you enjoy!!

Reflecting Tranquility

The universe and everything I see,

Reflections of God…

Reflections of the sky, the clouds, the trees,

Reflections in the sea,

Reflections of nature,

Reflections of love,

Reflections of light,

Reflections of beauty,

Reflections of you,

Reflections of me,

Reflections of peace, grace and harmony,

Reflections of tranquility…

Reminding me to let it go, let go and just be.

by 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

 

 

Muni-Muni (I Ponder)

Does the sun muni-muni,

of moonbeams, whose cool rays,

reflect the starry night?

 

Do night skies,

no longer star struck,

muni-muni over the majesty of day,

where children laugh and play?

 

What of stifling desert breezes,

and frigid arctic air,

do they dream of switching places,

a momentary relief?

 

Does a bee ever wish,

 a flower to be, or a flower a bee;

a pollination and germination,

reversal?

 

 

I wonder how it’d be,

with no question left unanswered,

life’s mysteries unraveled?

 

 No words to write,

no dreams to dream,

or songs to sing…

 

A world without muni-muni,

at least for me.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Written for Word High July- 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

Day 7- muni-muni (v.) To think deeply, to ponder.

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s Blog, and Doodles and Scribbles.

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

Fool’s Gold

Would you only,

Know a sunrise,

If it’s golden tones,

Were real nuggets,

Of gold?

Or a rainbow,

If it’s green hues,

Were cold, hard,

Dollar bills?

 

And if a thousand,

Sand dollars,

Were strewn,

Across the beach,

Glistening in the sun,

Like silver;

Would they need to be,

Susan B. Anthony,

To catch your eye?

 

The worth,

Of the stars,

The sky,

And the sea,

Is unknown,

To one,

Who’s heart is a sieve;

Merely panning the horizon,

For some “choice”commodity.

 

Surmising the only thing,

Of value (in the world),

Is that which,

Can be bought and sold,

 Sieves out,

All the beauty,

Wonder and awe, 

From my brain,

Replacing it instead…

 

With frozen little chunks of empty lies,

A life of real worth, devoid.

 

-Gilda Patricia