Skimming stones,
Across water’s surface…
False pursuits,
Of superficial illusion.
Shiny plastic widgets and what-nots,
Look good to the eyes,
Feel good to the ego…
While devoid of human-heart-truth,
And filled with soul-depth-deprivation.
Sorrow saturating a rotted-out core.
...Changing focus,
Diving deep,
Mining substantial, sustainable Love,
Basking in penetrating yet forgiving Light.
Anchoring new foundations,
Of God’s underlying golden peace.
-Gilda Patricia
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
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
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)
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
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
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 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
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
Stripped,
Searched,
Emptied,
Loss of identity…
Grounded and
Delayed but not detained…
Redirected,
Realigned,
Reemerged victorious,
With reaffirmed faith,
Soaring high above the clouds,
With God’s angels…
His Will, my delight.
-Gilda Patricia
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