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

 

 

Hear Me

Some people need to be famous,

And others need to be rich;

But there are days,

I don’t even think,

I need to be loved,

As much,

As I need,

To be,

heard.

 

God says, 

“I hear each beat of your heart,

Before you even form a thought,

Or move your lips to speak (a word).

 

As I open my heart,

The peace of God’s truth,

Settles in,

And We share a TENDER SILENCE.

 

“Thank God, You hear me.”

-Gilda Patricia

Young Spirits Break Free

Shattered by a crushing blow to heart, 

body, or spirit,

The ego left for nearly dead.

 

A lucky few surrender and cry out to God,

Thereby allowing the miracle of grace,

To sweep swiftly through their broken places,

 

Reigniting their soul’s flame,

Calming and drawing them into,

A dark inner wilderness,

Replete with emotional dragons, demons, and ghosts,

The likes of which few would care to know, or dare to go.

 

Yet turning back now,

Is to play pretend.

 

The trusted companion, grace,

Alights young soul travelers,

With joy, love, gratitude, peace and forgiveness,

 

Giving them strength to go the mile,

 Clearing and navigating,

The once hidden path of God’s Will.

 

Leading them down, out and all the way through,

To the (other), spiritually lighter side.

 

Young spirits freed,

Don their new wings.