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

 

My Time

Sensitive soul,

Empath,

Never sure,

Where I stopped…

Or you began.

Endless reams of journal pages,

Conversations with God to carry me through,

Offer spiritual growth and healing.

 

Time now,

Connect and share,

Lovely soul sisters, brothers,

From across the globe.

Awashed by steady streams,

Of insights and inspiration…

Hearts poured forth,

On gifted pages.

 

Blessed time,

When stars align,

Opportune chance to write,

Blog’s love song.”

What stopped me before?

Not quite sure…

Life, survival, motherhood, fear,

fulfilling expectations?

 

Today, secure in God’s love,

With hope and joy,

One truth to share.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

The Fabric of My Existence

In the fabric of my life,

When the string with your name on it,

Was pulled out,

The whole tapestry came undone…

 

There I sat,

Carelessly strewn across the floor,

A knotted up, messy ball, threadbare,

Disheveled, unrecognizable.

 

Until the day came,

When I decided,

To take a chance,

On God’s handiwork…

 

With dexterous love and care,

He refashioned my life brand new,

From the inside out.

Using a sturdier fabric this time…

 

 Lifetime warranty,

Guaranteed to never again unravel,

Without consent,

Or without God’s Will.

 

But in humanness, as life,

Will always find a kink or two,

To be tailored and reshaped,

With God’s love…no payment due.

 

The finishing touch, gladly accepted,

A label affixed,

On the fabric of my existence,

“God’s property…Handle with loving kindness.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

Soulmate at Sea

I, the sea, really like to get into things, see all sides, swallow them up, for full understanding.  Depth.  It’s all about going down deep.

I often bang up against the rocks, but the rocks frame me, contain me, give me structure.  They are good.  Yet I can never penetrate a rock, or get deep within its core, as much as I try.

Rocks hurt, as they are strong, hard, unbending.  The rock means well, that’s just its structure.  It is what it is!

Sun’s rays dance and glide gently across my wet surface, hard to resist sensual ways. But the sunlight, same as the air it streams through, wish no part of diving into my watery chasm, my core, the place where I live…

An undersea odyssey of mystery, complexity, wonder and awe, the air and sun never to explore, know or see.  Mere surface play, I to you, you to me.

Neither simple nor easy, I take care of me, once I get past swells of pride, grief, hurt and blame, waves of pity, fear, anger, self loathing and doubt, and the dangerous waters of complacency, ignorance, judgement, false beliefs and human weakness.

These pit-falls create riptides which threaten my healing, yet are washed out to sea with purifying cleanse of regular spiritual practice.  Clinging to “water under the bridge,”not optional.

So where is my great white whale, dolphin, or merman; fun-loving, interesting, interested, powerful and strong, yet compassionate and warm?  Ready to dive in, unafraid of my soulful depths, his or ours?

(God is the greatest companion for souls lost or abandoned at sea…turning once empty, broken hearts into chests of overflowing spiritual treasure!)

 

-Gilda Patricia 

 

 

 

 

 

Past Level Ground

In the alligator pit of life,

Knocked so low,

With no choice but,

To climb or die.

 

Ascending,

Tears streaming,

Like cool sweat,

Strangely calming my emotions.

 

Hands and feet,

Bloody and raw,

From feeling every,

Painful sensation.

 

Scaling, advancing,

Picking up momentum,

Growing stronger,

More confident.

 

Buoyed by God’s

Love and grace,

LEVEL GROUND REACHED

Decide to just…keep climbing…

 

Higher up, with starlight,

From God’s kingdom,

Twinkling,

In my eyes,

 

Even the darkest night sky…Can’t take me down.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Undiluted Thoughts on Paper

Clean sheet of paper

Blank, clear, crisp, new,

Beckoning irresistibly…

Joyful anticipation. 

 

No preconceived expectation,

Or judgments,

Personal vendettas or agendas,

Blurred lines or blurred vision…

No prying eyes in sight,

To dilute or convolute,

This dalisay writing process.

 

Words uncensored, un-minced,

Possibly impure,

But never diluted…

Spilling forth from

 Fingertips to pen tip,

Cascading onto neutral page…

Effortless Catharsis.

 

Brain emptied,

Momentarily “Mind-Less.”

Clean slate, clear state,

Where clarity reigns.

Nearly pure,

 As newborn.

Mindlessness prevention.

 

Newer, higher, lighter thoughts brush through…

Burning away the candid, quicker, sharper,

Thought forms;

Now just marks left heavily on a page,

Soon singed in ritualistic bonfire,

All evidence of discension,

“Up in smoke.”

 

God forgiven.

Day’s daily distractions, problems

 Surmountable again.

Sacred Journal Practice.”

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 24- Word of the day-dalisay (adj.) Pure, undiluted

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transformation

All the shards,

Of my broken heart,

Scattered,

Like road-kill,

On the dusty highway of life,

After crashing head long,

Into your cold-blooded, 

Metallic heart.

 

Transformed in the Light,

Of grace and forgiveness…

My broken pieces,

Have now become,

As a beach full of shells,

Happily resting in the warmth of God’s love;

Counted as One with,

 His most Precious Collection.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 19 word of the day- habilin (n.) Anything given to somebody for safekeeping

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/