This Space and Time

There is space and time…

For a blessed and peaceful reunion, 

Of hearts and minds.


There is space and time…

For my heart to beat within my chest,

In love, in joy, in grief, in pride. 


There is space and time…

For air to fill my lungs and leave my nostrils,

Tasting life’s breath.


There is space and time…

To accept the flavors of life,

Savoring their richness, beauty and wonders.


There is space and time…

To anticipate sharing love,

Accepting a lover to have and to hold.


There is still space and time…

To live…until I die,

Releasing space/time dust,

And merging back into the re-creation of God’s infinite design.


-Gilda Patricia


The Evergreen Promise



                               Of Our Dreams…

                         Born So Meek and Fair...

               A Light So Brightly Shining Within,

           Redeemer Set to Bear the World’s Sins 

        And Make Our Souls Evergreen Again…But For Now

 Sweet Baby Jesus, Rest Your Precious Head and Dream Your

                  Newborn Baby




Peace on Earth & Merry Christmas!

-Gilda Patricia


The Modest Ones

God bless the desperate modest ones,

Who take so little and 

Feel so much…

Whose hearts are wider than

The sky, a sweet song 

On their lips to sing,

Yet, perhaps an octave too high,

For others to join in?

Alone, for now…

But still connected, 

To the universal heartbeat, 

Of oneness, love and light.

One day the whole world will

Know their song, when the sun

Peeks out from behind dark clouds,

They will sing their final sad verse.

…Until then, silent daisies in the field,

Perk up and slightly bend,

Toward the modest ones.

(In honor of those who shine their light down on others without exception and without expectation.)

-Gilda Patricia


…I dreamt I saw you in the water,

And met you in the wood,

Maybe it wasn’t a dream?

Tasting your breath in the salty air,

Your timeless touch,

Carried by the wind,

Tossing my hair.

Crossing the threshold of fantasy…

Close enough to brush away the tears

From my eyes. I dance in

Your sun and let

Your river run through me.

Hands, heart, eyes raised in awe-filled wonder,

Swept up by Your grace.


-Gilda Patricia



Master Builder (of peace)

The Master of Peace,

Created you…a masterpiece!

Independent Contractor,

Built with precision,

Your life, so freely given.

With human nature and

Indiscretion factored in…

Unconditionally loved and forgiven.


When empty shell found, 

Hiding behind the sun…

Peace offered without compensation,

For all shattered, scattered, broken pieces.

Master Builder to remake with ease,

Your brokenness…replacing piece for peace.

Sign on dotted line today…(with indelible faith),

To begin transformation.


-Gilda Patricia


That’s Something!

God is Everything.

And it’s fair to say,

That I am something.

As something is,

Part of Everything,

So too, God must be,

Part of me.



Once I link to God,

Who is Everything,

I can stop running,

Willy nilly around,

As one without a head,

Viewing the whole wide world,

Through the eyes,

Of God instead.


When I clear my brain to correct,

Tunnel vision…

How much quicker and easier, 

I get where need to be!

Better than buying faster running shoes,

Or building stronger muscles.

I may be something, but without connecting to,

EVERYTHING, I am nothing.


-Gilda Patricia


Beautiful Eternal Soul

Loser, winner,

Why identify?

We can still be happy,

Since neither is who we are.

Lose or win,

Is only what we do,

Sometimes up, sometimes down,

No reason to be proud or blue.


Who you are will always be,

A truth set,

In the fabric of Infinity…

Much stronger than earth’s stones and bones,

Soulful child of Eternal Mother,

Blessed accompaniment,

For God’s graceful symphony,

Love’s chosen one.


Life’s only joy,

When you are happy,

Cherubim spread wings,

And angels sing!


-Gilda Patricia