Never before did I
Feel the work of the Lord
Residing in everything.
Never before did I
Find a way to heal
The hurt felt when I was left
In a terrible bind.
Never before did I
See the magic a heart can do
To mend with love
Given unconditionally.
Never before did I
Be in the realm
Of a beautiful soul
Such as thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart is aching
I know not why
Sleeping softly
I cry
And cry.
Remorse only
Not knowing why
My heart aches
Breaking
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A photo album
Large and small
Depicts the life
We’ve had so far.
Not the heartache
Nor the scorn
Just the pleasures
To be adorned.
No master plan
Is in the works
Just something sweet
All fancied up.
A token of a lovely time
When the sun shone
And you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Can’t help but see
The world living, unfolding
As it should be.
Can’t help but feel
The soft and gentle caring
Beneath my feet.
Can’t help but hear
A song of love
Filling each of my ears.
Can’t help but live
A life full of harmony
Can’t help but see all this, around me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I ran, played all day long
The hours were long, lasting all day long
Summer was at least a year
Warming all day, all day long.
Bees buzzed, birds sang all day long
Sweet scents on breezes waffling thru
As I played
Ran all day, all day long
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When I think of you
I think of me too
I think of joy, happiness
And all things filled
With memories
We made happen we too.
When I think of you
I think of me
Me too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Vacant thought
Vacant lot in life
Not necessarily made totally right
By coming of night
Nor glorious morning light.
Sometimes best
To let the mind be at peace
To rest, vacant of any racing kind
Only tranquility residing
In a quiet mind,
Vacant
Of all troubling thoughts
No racing
Racing thru a night, a day, a life
A mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Was a dark and awful night
When the world took my saviour away
Leaving sadness, regrets
No laughing, only crying crys
And harsh words spoke in harsh terms
Stomping thoughts crushed my saviour
Crushed my saviour’s life that night
A dark and awful, awful night.
~ Patrice
My deepest sympathies to the families and friends of those massacred in Orlando. My thoughts and prayers are with you. ❤ ❤
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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