Last Laugh

The world does not seem to care so much,

about You.

To listen to, respect or have interest in,

To seek, to know, to follow, or emulate You.

For if money isn’t talking…

With ears, hearts and minds closed tight,

The world is up and quickly walking.

“God’s a joke!”  They say, “What can He

Do for me anyway?”

But one day we will see…

God always gets the last laugh,

Though He never shows it.

 

                              God, where You are Is the breathing air,

Where You are Is the living sea,

Where You are Is the pumping heart,

And the soul set free!

For where you are Is the life, the love,

The truth, and the beauty of me.

Though You’d never do it,

If You ever got up,

And slowly walked  a……….w……….a……….y.

Then…………..we’d…………..surely……………take……………notice,

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by gilda patricia

 

 

 

Perched Owl

Wise old owl perched high up in your tree,

Are you half awake or half sleeping?

“Awake, O’sleeper, and arise from the dead,

And Christ will give you light.”

Are you moving towards the light,

Or falling into darkness?

If you are confused, trust God,

And trust your instincts.

Watch for the leaning branch of complacency.

Venture into the dark cave of self-discovery,

Let your conscience be your guide…

Be illuminated by the Christ light within.

Truth cannot be kept hidden, 

Even from darkness.  

Blind obligation, crushing pressures,

And the weight of false guilt, do not serve.

Seek soulful awareness.

Lean on the enduring Love of Christ…

Freeing, compassionate and kind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

Reclaiming My Family Tree

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

Dropping Costumes

Super human,

Don’t claim to be.

Playing Wonder Woman,

Not my priority.

 

Letting go of,

Stubborn pride’s game.

Tight, ill-fitting costume,

Won’t suit me.

 

Giving it to God,

Just for today.

Wearing my truth,

Like a shield of honor.

 

Taking time out…

One very precious moment,

To relax, unwind,

Be me!

(I actually love Wonder Woman.  Just wouldn’t wish to fill her shoes!)

 

-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

 

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

Life’s Facade

Hidden behind chosen front,

Veneer created for survival,

Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.

 

Glazing over and clouding,

Perfect vision,

Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.

 

Which face is real,

And which untrue,

Have we forgotten?

 

We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;

Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…

The concealing stories we tell.

 

A state of being maybe only death,

Could strip away?

Peeling back false nature…

 

Revealing,

Pure Love’s,

True Identity.

 

-Gilda Patricia