I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I wonder
What it is all about
I wonder
What will come about.
My heart is full
My eyes do see
Wonders
In every crack and cranny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
What will be the answer
what will happen here
will we rejoice with happiness
or
will all wonder disappear?
So many gone
so
many not here
I wonder what the answer is
and
will I be able to accept
what I hear?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I wonder
What it is all about
I wonder
What will come about.
My heart is full
My eyes do see
Wonders
In every crack and cranny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I think of what I’ve done
I wonder how this could be?
I’m a mortal, no one special
But still I see this beauty
Coming from within of me.
Then I realized
That God has given me
All that I am
All that I can be.
He does this with us all
The sunset, the whispering tree
Even that nasty insect
Which bit me on my knee.
God is within us all
And I’m glorified to know
He’s forever within of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.
Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?
Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.
Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.
Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.
Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.
Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When I think of things that’ve passed
I wonder
Where they came to live
In what heart do they survive
And will they be known
In the future’s past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
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