The Hurricane Within

A hurricane of feelings,

Buried sludge and mess,

Coming up to the surface,

And into the Light of awareness,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal..


Running away our whole lives,

Thinking we dodged that bullet.

Now these feelings are back suddenly,

And with a vengeance,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal…


An avalanche of emotion,

A tsunami of grief,

A torrid of raining despair,

With tornado force angry winds slapping us in the face,

To heal, TO HEAL, only to heal...


Our assumed solid structures threatened,

High tide seeping into our bones,

Pushing our most hidden buttons,

Breaking down our most trusted defenses and strongest resistance.

Why?  …Ah yes, to heal.


Feelings just passing through,

 Not here to stay…

False assumptions, loveless pursuits, ego gains,

Unforgiving pride, riding out inner storms alone,

Without God…


Stop now and step securely

Into the center of the storm, the eye

Where God’s infinitely loving and peaceful presence


Wait there for angels to sing.


-Gilda Patricia



Your Beautiful Presence

Content to stretch out my weary soul,

In the delightful windowsill of your presence.

Your accepting gaze, 

Like transparent glass,

Reveals my unstained Being-ness.

Opening and pushing back,

Pane after pane,

Circulating fresh air,

Reviving and awakening my spirit,

Transporting once dormant dreams,

Beyond virgin territory…

Leading me into this creative and new,


Me and my “labor of love,” thanks you,

For your beautiful Presence.


May is my 1 yr. Anniversary on WordPress!  So I dedicate this poem to you,

all the soul-enriching readers and writers in this wonderful WordPress family,

always looking forward to meeting and reading more!

-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



Forgiving PRESENCE

I pledge my allegiance,

To the one who sits with me.

No-one, no-thing, but Everything.

Never short of time,

Never out of patience,

Not a moment late…




Never tires of my endless declarations,

Repeat indecisions, or wearisome repitition,

My lack of faith, lack of hope, 

Or just basic lack,

My longheld sorrows,

My steady stream of questions, and arduous seeking.


You never seem to mind my trouble,

With accepting, believing and being,

In Your Loving Presence.

Divine Presence sits and waits,

For our attention…

Relaxed, eager, forever alert, demanding nothing…


Like a puppy by his master’s side.

Funny, You Lord and Master,

Wait on us.


-Gilda Patricia



Father Time’s Fall (Revised)

(Felt a little guilty about Father Time’s death, in 1st version (see prior post). So in this 2nd version, Father Time does in fact live on, though retiring to the countryside).


In the aftermath of Father Time’s terrible fall,

Master clockmaker puts Father Time back together,

A shiny new pacemaker for his busted ticker.


But Father Time and Mother (Earth) Space,

Having both overreached their rule,

And overextended their limits…


Set out for quite retirement place in the country,

Modest abode with porch swing and a spectacular view,

Of purple mountains and fruited plains.


There, Father Time kept on ticking,

While Mother (Earth) Space kept far-reaching,

Minus over-ambitious reaping.


Transistor radio singing,

Amber waves of staticky tunes,

With lemonade in hand…


Other hand free to swat time flies.

Reminiscing of good ol’ days long past,

Before their time stood still.


Here, Now, time for Higher LOVE’s reign…

Flexible, bending, yielding, healing,

Compassionate, helpful hands…


Moving with forgiveness, patience, reverence,

Most gentle persuasion,

Face unfettered, unaffected, unbounded,


By  T  I  M  E    or    S     P     A      C      E…


The short or long of it,

Used up, unreachable, barren or broken places,

 Past, Present, Future now co-residing…


Having most precise timing,

For grace and healing free-flowing,

Never missing single beat.


And we, now here, 

Living Here and Now

In time and space, not of it. 


Loving Presence cracks code on,

Separation’s archaic rule.

Say’s Father Time, “Please do stop by and see me anytime!”


-Gilda Patricia