God offers strength in disentanglement,
Peace in disengagement,
And freedom in release…
For all the tired & weary caregivers, God warriors and peace bringers of the world,
God sends down his love,
On Spirit wings,
To mend these human angels with broken wings,
Touching each one,
With just enough heavenly grace,
To keep flying,
Above the madness and the mayhem…
Secure in the peace, love and joy,
Of God, this year and always,
Until arriving safely Home again.
-by gilda patricia
Will I see myself from your eyes,
Or my eyes?
Or open up my third eye instead,
And see myself,
In God’s eyes?
God has the highest vantage point,
A crystal clear visage,
Of all there is.
One fully expansive point of view…
A multi-dimensional, multi-layered,
multi-faceted stance,
To see all past lifetimes,
And future potentials with clarity…
Able to traverse with ease,
My deepest heart,
And reveal my highest aspirations,
Well ahead of me!
From my third eye perspective,
The Creator admires the excellence,
Of All creation…
One glorious work of perfection,
Made manifest in you and me!
And, we multifaceted diamonds,
Shining our crystal light outward,
Many-angled perspectives of one Creator source…
Please do hold your head up high!
And use your angelic heart, voice and mind,
To shine ever brighter,
Spreading God’s true light around…
You are a beautiful flicker,
One of God‘s creative lights,
A twinkle in God’s eye,
By my third eye estimation!
Our heavenly Father,
Delights in knowing,
Each soul glows,
In accordance with,
The brilliance or dimness,
Of their own.
-gilda patricia
Feeling unworthy of God‘s highest light?
Then root yourself in God’s deepest love, now.
-by gilda patricia
My blues are blurred,
In this sandy pink Caribbean dreamscape,
The melodically lapping aqua sea,
Promotes a temporary lapse,
In past or future obsessions.
God’s Presence surrounds…
Restores, uplifts, revives,
Pressure points melt away,
As pain subsides.
I am lost in a soothing, oceanic song,
Pounding, thrashing, crashing waves,
Brush up on pristine, picturesque shoreline.
My ear canals are blanketed in serenity,
As eardrums keep joyful beat,
To one steady, easy, hypnotic tone,
Leaving me in the pink!
This is nature’s rhythm…
Any day is a good day,
To take a mini soulful vaca,
Awashed in peaceful beach sounds.
-by gilda patricia
,
Second chance life,
Surreal!
Here now surviving…thriving?
Still.
Cutest doggy love,
Sweet music playing,
Life’s surreal backdrop,
Still.
Soft breeze felt,
Sunlight streaming down,
Face tanned & warmed,
Still.
Unique opportunity,
Meet God within,
Find peace, solace,
Still.
Surreal chance,
Peace wins,
Calm settles over presence,
Still.
One second,
To the next…to the next…
Surreal, dream-like!
Still.
Spiritually touched,
A life, surreal,
Yet beautifully
Profound,
Still.
Diary entry of a wounded warrior
-by gilda patricia
Just one of 8 billion souls on earth,
And growing!
8 billion perspectives, expressions,
And facets of the one God source….
My two eyes are just two,
Of 16 billion other eyes looking out,
8 billion different views of life,
From 8 billion unique angles,
8 billion strong,
Living, breathing, loving, moving,
Fractals of God light…
So many points, shades, shadows and refractions…
8 billion with an equal chance,
To mirror reflect the one God source…
If you do the math,
I matter NOT,
But if you do higher spiritual-level mathematics,
I matter most, as do all
8 billion others… that’s you!
Striving to be clear-sighted, conscious,
Loving and peaceful expressions of Source,
Means higher vistas and brighter,
Lighter, lovelier days,
On the horizon…
For all 8 billion of us.
8 billion to one,
God agrees!
-by gilda patricia
The perfection of God set me free.
The perfection of God carries me.
Not just dead words written across the page,
Nor stale air, nor inflated wishes,
Or tricks to mislead…
Just my imperfect attempt to convey,
God’s deeply felt love for me.
If not felt, then not expressed!
Highest light, touching deepest heart core.
Humble? Then I would not say.
Perfect, trendy, glamorous, proud?
Thankfully need not be,
Nor any soul seeking God‘s close proximity.
The perfection of God set me free.
The perfection of God carries me.
More prayer and less blame,
Puts the perfect Will of Creator,
Before any lesser attachments, smaller wills,
Or imperfect creations.
-by gilda patricia
Sometimes we need the dark to see…the light
100,000 twinkling stars easily escape our view,
When hidden behind the thick white blanket of daylight.
So on the next crisp clear evening,
Why not thank God for darkness?
With treasured wonders revealed,
And beauty that mystifies,
Seen with just the naked eye,
Transfixed and mesmerized,
As we stand beneath,
The starry, starry sky.
-by gilda patricia
Till the soil…
Plant the seeds…
Nourish the soul…
Elevate the spirit….
Then live harmoniously,
In God’s heavenly kingdom…
Spreading the fruit of peace joy, love and unity.
Proceed with humility…
Pray with gratitude…
Walk with grace…
Fly with faith…
Taste soul level sovereignty, and freedom.
-by gilda patricia
Why would I accept a caterpillar lifetime?
Dirt in my face,
Ears, eyes, mouth,
And all around…
Dreams lost, buried over,
Left for dead…
Then acceptance came,
A divine timed rebirth.
There!
I just answered my own question.
A chance to rebirth,
For my spirit to fly freely,
Into God‘s kingdom!
So grateful my Butterfly soul,
Was once willing,
To eat some dirt.
-by gilda patricia
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