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

 

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

 

 

 

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

Snow Angels

Imagine snowflakes were tiny

Angels falling from the sky…?

A flurry of grace,

Gently kissing our skin with coolness,

Purity, lightness and kindness…

Gates of heaven opening, to allow

Their playful and whimsical flight down

To earth…enlivening, enriching, hope-filling,

Awakening heavy, slumbering 

Hearts and spirits,

Calming fiery souls…

Emotions, otherwise running rampant,

Across the globe.

 

Angels, some one hundred million

Strong…really too many to count!

Selflessly cascading down,

Tiny treasures leaving cloud nine,

Making their earthly descent,

To cushion our footfalls,

On the hardest, bleakest,

Most barren places.

Blanketing our world,

In peace, love and calm,

For a moment…

Then disappearing back,

Into nothingness.

(A magical winter’s tale to spark the imagination and melt

frozen hearts…May angels walk with you!)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Master Builder (of peace)

The Master of Peace,

Created you…a masterpiece!

Independent Contractor,

Built with precision,

Your life, so freely given.

With human nature and

Indiscretion factored in…

Unconditionally loved and forgiven.

 

When empty shell found, 

Hiding behind the sun…

Peace offered without compensation,

For all shattered, scattered, broken pieces.

Master Builder to remake with ease,

Your brokenness…replacing piece for peace.

Sign on dotted line today…(with indelible faith),

To begin transformation.

 

-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