You decide
whether the storm is cold
Or summery hot
You decide.
The future your’s to take
The path to the left
Or go to the right
You decide.
See blissful rain
Or shattering shame
Your decision
You decide.
Your heart won’t know
Til your ears do cry
And your eyes see what
You decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Deadly night giving way
To joy of a dawning new day
Darkness swept away.
Bright, clear light
Soothing frightened spirits
Embracing tattered souls.
Raising up their kind hearts
Holding til they alone can do
Tragic loss gaining something new.
Be kind, be felt
For you in turn
Shall do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
I thought of that
And now don’t know why.
I thought of this
And now I feel a need to cry.
I thought of things
And still didn’t feel a thing.
I thought so
And now I know I didn’t know
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Watching the world in front of me
Busy, gracefully happy
It is what it is and can be.
Part of my dream, my fantasy
Not a word is said, no thunder clap
Only conveyed heartfelt courtesy.
With this and that sitting here quietly
Smiling joyfully
Watching the world unfold in front of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Hunger so
Need the help
Not sure why.
Please Lord
Let me not die
Holding on to something
That won’t even cry.
Hunger so sad
Cause
Not sure why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Remember
Much has happened
Not all for the best.
Much is done
Now we must let it rest.
Much can be
Accomplished
Thou not right now.
Much of your journey
Is part
Of your heart.
Much to remember
Now
Is when to start.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The end of winter,
Please be near.
No more blizzards
No more watching ‘up to their bellies’ deer.
Just the soft trickle of springtime rain
As it washes away winter rubbish once again.
The chirp of robins hunting worms
Green, green grass alongside blooming herbs.
Yes, that’s what I am looking for,
That’s what I need.
So the end of winter, please, please,
PLEASE!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Helping those who help
Seeking ones who need
Whether it be you
Whether it be me.
Small steps in the midst
Of caring joy carrying
Helping
Those who seek.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Looking back upon my life
Things seem to be
Sometimes
Not very nice.
Looking back not sure what
Got me here
Never saw but felt it near
A presence
Being absolute
Holding me with resolute.
Looking back I can’t see why
I struggled so and didn’t die
Think cause it would pick me up
Dust me off, pat me on the back
Saying words “Go ahead you’re not dead”
“Life has still a lot to offer.”
Looking back down my way
I see I didn’t walk alone
Nor did I saunter
But full stream ahead is what I did
For I had my heart, my soul
And the help a presence offered.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Honestly
I don’t know where to be
Honestly
The path is winding way beyond me
Do I follow it?
Do I turn the other way
Seek the horizon there across the bay?
Honestly
Can you tell me?
Sometimes
I don’t know what to say
Or just how I’ll find my way
Sometimes
I just don’t know
That’s when I have to trust
Everything will be alright
Sometimes
Everything will flow
To a place I sometimes know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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