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

Resides.

Wait there for angels to sing.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

Eternal Love

You don’t have to walk,

A thousand more miles,

Chase a thousand more mirages,

Break a thousand more hearts,

Lose a thousand more dreams,

Write a thousand more sonnets,

Sing a thousand more ballets,

Live a thousand more empty lives…

 

Eternal love is here now with you.

See it, feel it, live it,

And with every breath, breathe it.

No other truth will rise above,

And supersede it,

Unless, lies you feed it.

But you no longer need it!

So keep your heart crystal clear and new…

Shining with the light of Everlasting Love in you.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Ah Ha! Moment

Poetry does nothing,

But sometimes it moves us…

Like a sunrise or a song, 

Or falling in love.

That ah ha! moment hitting us is

The Holy Spirit moving through us,

In all his glory, each time shifting

Our perceptions,

Unlocking one more door inside our hearts,

Melting one more frozen heart layer…

And finally when all the layers of lies and

Untruth are peeled away,

What’s left but a beating heart,

Fresh and pure as the driven snow,

And just as silent.

 

Gilda Patricia

(This poem was inspired by Davy D. of Inside the Mind of Davy D. 

From his June 5th 2017 post “Poetry makes nothing happen.” -W.H. Auden)

https://davydblog.com

 

God’s Time

All we wish for will come to us…

In God’s way and

In God’s time.

Trust our heavenly Father

Knows Best…

When there seems no reason or rhyme,

Remember the seasons of life ebb and flow.

When you’re tired of towing the line,

Take a breather and a rest,

Let your intuition be your guide.

Have a question or a wish?

Get a feeling, follow a sign,

Be leery of quick fixes and rout replies,

Honor life’s multi-layers and multi-facets.

To avoid being misled, 

Trust your own “inner knowing”…

Remember, the heart will lead you to the place

Where miracles, grace and mercy abound.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

The Path to Eternity

For my life, I would never have believed,

I came with a set of wings!

Feeling insignificant, small and alone,

Like I’d never touch the sky…

 

Yet my soul walked a million miles,

Journeyed a million different ways,

Without losing a minute of time,

Or needing a moments sleep…

 

Keeping busy experience collecting,

And memory keeping,

The soul sees much, learns much,

Loves much and knows much…

 

Remaining untouched by time.

Age is a foreign language to the timeless, eternal soul.

Real life a moving harmony,

Underneath time’s movie reel.

 

Move and be moved,

By true life’s

Spirit evoking and soul encompassing

Symphony…

 

When the time is right,

Life compassionately nudges us

Out of our comfortable nests,

Where we lay fast asleep…

 

“Fly, little Soul, fly!” Life says.

And in that moment,

We taste eternity,

Feel its tender breath on our face.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

Island Soul

Swept away in a sea of people,

“Island unto myself” deserted, 

Neglected, abandoned…

Forgotten land of lost,

And buried treasures.

 

Sailing off instead with the big ships,

In the high seas…

Terrified of missing the Fantasy Liner of other’s,

Dreams and desires.

Scared of being left behind,

In the dismal cold.

Tossed about in a sea of insecurity,

Waters threatening to overtake,

The hollow shell of me.

 

Exhausted, beaten up, tired of the fight,

Finally surrendered

To God’s higher will…

Washed up on the shore of my

True Island Soul,

There in the warm sunlight of grace, 

Where inner peace reigns,

And hope’s eternal springs flow,

Reuniting with God’s love is

 

Coming home to my

Beautiful Island Soul.

Not a place, just Inner Space

Of my own…to stretch out and breath,

At One, never lost, whether come or go.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

This Blessed Time and Space

This space we are given,

Is a gift from God…

A place to learn and grow,

Over time.

For if we knew it all,

And had it all,

If there were no time or space,

To separate…

How would we develop,

True humility or genuine pride?

How could we be grateful,

For things not once denied?

Or appreciate a love which is,

Always by our side?

How would we learn of,

Our stamina, our will to survive,

Or be uplifted by,

The powerful, all loving hand of Grace,

If no trouble could befall or

Harm displace?

 

-Gilda Patricia