It’s time the master said
To live without fear
Without dread
Back to the heart
That rises fine and true
Keeps the soul warm
Surrounding you.
It’s time the master said
Hold your head high
Reach to the sky
Make no one sad
Nor deny
The feelings you feel.
It’s time
It’s time the master said.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Cold drips
It wains
Sun warms
Spring
Summer are on the horizon
If you stand on a tall hill
You can see them
Plain.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Hold me close, hold me tight
Let me sleep in peace
Throughout the darkest night
Let no one keep gentle thoughts
From surrounding me.
For tomorrow will be
Another day
The sun will rise and shine
Holding night at bay.
Til she too succumbs
To quiet rest
In the arms of one
Who loves her dearly
Loves her best.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Feel the snow fly
The blizzard roar
And the sky cry.
A storm
Blows across
A cold, barren land.
No soul ventures out
No one wants to know
How cold winter is.
Blowing
Covering all
The freezing land.
~ Patrice
@ Patric Clarkson – 2021
Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at night
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.
Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
No one takes away
desperation
in a day
a month
or
a year.
It stays
til
the desperate one
walks
walks away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Sorry I didn’t help
Sorry I didn’t see
All the misfortune
Overwhelming you
Me.
It may be tomorrow
When I can see
The way to help you
Set you free.
Until then
Please be patient
Do all you can to understand
Not
Judging me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
A early start and a late beginning
Holds the answer
To all winning.
Let no one see your hesitation
Be brave, forge ahead
It will be your salvation.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I fell off the world’s face
Down into the depths
Of disgrace
No hope, no saving grace
Mired deep
In a unholy place.
Then out of that depth
A saviour came
Putting his arms around
Making me claim my place
In blessed, holy time.
I live
Making no mistakes
Doing no crime
I see the world’s true face
It is such a wondrous place
And is now mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The worst is over
The healing begins to mend
Silently
We hold one another
We know we are together
Once again.
No one will break us apart
No, never again
Will we be so bitter, angry
With one another
For the healing, the mending
Now begins.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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