Featuring thoughts
That come to mind
Random some
Some sublime
Those that hold
Or lost in time
Grasping one
Making it real
Watch it unfold
Like a movie reel.
The featured one
The one held close
To carry on
To make the most
Of thoughts thought
Regardless
Of which thought
Is thought the most.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Running late.
No time, no date.
Must be going
See you when I’m no longer late.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Sufficient to say
I love
Love the moon, sun and sky
Leaves blowing on trees
Squirrels hanging from a branch
Fish swimming in the sea
Brimming with waterlilies.
These are some of what
I love
Most of all I love
The one who made
Each and everything
I see, smell feel
Beneath a blue sky, a vibrant sea.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I try to understand
Sometimes
The way is not so clear.
Should I take a step behind
Or move forward
So to be near
To the heart of the matter
The source of my dilemma?
Sometimes the way
My way
Is not so clear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Dangerous messages lying in repose
Waiting for the time
When damage can be imposed.
Nothing right, all is wrong
No recourse
The words too strong.
Those dangerous messages now litter the throng
Holding hostage all that’s good
Ruling with what is wrong.
Sadness part of the hour
Part of the one holding
Dangerous messages changing the world
All around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I don’t know, I don’t know
How the world turns
Or where storm clouds go
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I don’t know, I don’t know
Why everything has an enduring spring
A cascading fall in between
Summer hot or cold, white winter falling
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I don’t know, I don’t know
Which one shows me life to live
Steps to take through it all
I don’t know, I don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Dear Lord let me be strong
And full of dignity
Let me see your guiding light
Bright
Even in the darkest night
Dear Lord let me be.
Let me feel your guiding hands
Pull me in the way you command
Dear Lord let me be
A child of your God in your image
Strong and free
Dear Lord let me be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Winding thru
The intertwined
Difficult to see the reason
Or the sanity.
Scary
Step one step before the other
Thoughts meshed with a coldness
A shutter.
Question only
When I get thru
Will I be able to come back
To save another?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.
Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.
No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Succumb to nothingness
Drop into the abyss
Slender is the chance
I will survive all this.
Tolerance doesn’t know
Where to step in
Or even if
It still exists.
My sadness knows all this
Crying out the name
The name of one
Who can change, change this.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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