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

Knowing

…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.

NOW THAT’S SOMETHING!

 

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

FAITH HOPE LOVE

Fear                                              

Arrested                                   

In

Trusting                                      

Heart.      

 

Heavy

Oppressive  

Pain

Exits.

 

Lord’s

Omnipresent

Voice

Endures.

 

-Gilda Patricia