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

 

 

Campaigning for Peace

Peace in the valley,

Peace in the land,

Keep the peace with you,

Love every woman and man.

 

Your God is with you,

Each and every day,

No need to worry,

Just take peace by the hand.

 

Let go of the struggle,

Let solidarity rule,

You’re brothers and sisters,

Don’t let dissidence brew.

 

No brooding, no fighting,

Stop hurting and stifling,

Just live the peaceful, loving way,

Kindness and hope igniting.

 

Let’s get busy with the business,

Of uniting and helping each other through.

God bless the next president,

Of these United States.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Why I Love the Rain…

 

Low hanging tumultuous clouds,

Crossing blackened night.

Stirring sense of,

Something brewing…

That “pre-storm” feel.

Silent heaving sky,

Attempting to hold back,

Precipitation.

Much anticipation for,

Groundbreaking release of,

“Sky’s Water Show”…

Rarely to disappoint,

No dry eyes in the house!

Cool refreshing droplets,

Of liquid peace.

Shared tears,

Nourishing calming soothing rain,

Seeping through cracks,

In my broken-hearted spaces.

 

By Gilda Patricia

Poet’s Wish

Not a fighter wrestling,

With brawn,

But with emotions.

 

No world traveler,

Set on exploring exotic lands…

Instead discovering depth of feelings.

 

A gardener who prefers,

To sow seeds of hope,

And cultivate kindness,

 

Weeding out resentments,

Regrets and bad habits…

Goal, merely,

 

Harvesting World Peace.”

 Settling for,

 Humble poet’s…

 

“Serene Inner Plot.”

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Why Your Ego Hates To Meditate

If you walk around speedily,

With purpose in your gait,

And a serious look upon your face,

You may even convince yourself,

Of your importance.


Does sitting still,

In a relaxed and peaceful pose,

Prove that you,

Don’t matter much,

To the world?


Only your ego asks you to,

“Do the math.”

Counting appearances,

 Of much greater worth,

Than happiness or substance.


-Gilda Patricia 

Beach Ritual

Toes caressed in soft, white,

Sinking sand.

Sunscreen lathered on with care.

Chair set down, 

In breezy place.

Soft breeze,

Subduing blaring heat,

On cracked skin.

Ears set to hear ocean’s,

Crashing love song.

Deep breath in,

Deep breath out,

Heavy lids close,

With healing rest.

RITUAL COMPLETE

Serene, soul satisfying,

Moment’s peace.

 

-Gilda Patricia