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

 

                              

The Lone Poet

Scaling the endless,

Breadth of the imagination,

And braving the solitary,

Depth of the human spirit,

With surprising grace and ease.

 

Capturing life’s elusive,

Inner rhythm,

Single heartedly;

 

The Lone Poet.

 

Traversing the inner landscape,

Of the human heart.

Stepping gingerly,

Through pathways and corridors,

Overgrown with richness,

And brimming with life;

 

Such a beautiful sight!

 

The Lone Poet,

Whose lines and verse,

Keep pace with humanity’s,

Brightest days,

And darkest nights,

 

Never really walks alone.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Love’s Double Vision

The missing piece of me,

standing there, outside myself.

How perfect!  He likes me!

 

At first I imagined him intuiting all the shrouded,

hidden, cryptic parts of me.

Maybe he loved me, even then,

knowing there was exponentially,

so much yet unrealized?

 

Seeing past eyes, skin, nails and hair;

a carefully tailored facade, stripped bare,

by love’s expertise.

But what exactly does love see,

romantic love especially?

 

Do a double take, steal another peak,

could we perhaps just be seeing double?

I love you and you love me,

or you love you and I love me.

Wait, no!!  This can’t possibly be true? 

 

I too, standing helplessly before you,

a mere version of the missing piece,

of you.

-Gilda Patricia