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

Conscious Gratitude

Today, I stop, take notice,

And thank God for,

The gift of being AWARE.

 

Simply being conscious…

Of my hands that can write, touch, carry and hold,

My eyes that can see beauty, read, and connect with others,

My nose that allows me to breath in life…

Almost imperceptibly,

My feet which take me painlessly where I need to be,

My ears that hear beautiful music to brighten my day,

My voice which can speak my truth, express love, and pray…

For more gratitude.

 

So, whenever I’m fearful, frustrated, sad, or angry,

I choose gratitude, 

Life’s natural elixir,

And remedy for much unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome pain.

 

The abilities I have are gifts,

Not a given.

Today, I will be consciously grateful,

Especially so, for the one most precious gift,

Life.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

 

Hear Me

Some people need to be famous,

And others need to be rich;

But there are days,

I don’t even think,

I need to be loved,

As much,

As I need,

To be,

heard.

 

God says, 

“I hear each beat of your heart,

Before you even form a thought,

Or move your lips to speak (a word).

 

As I open my heart,

The peace of God’s truth,

Settles in,

And We share a TENDER SILENCE.

 

“Thank God, You hear me.”

-Gilda Patricia