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
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
I don’t know
Nor will I be
Entrenched in anything
Filled with misery
I won’t call
Weep or wail
Sad words
They won’t prevail.
Marching on
Marching forward
Taking positive
Shielding my soul
From all
Nothing more
Than
A coward.
See that light
Feel it fill the sky
Warm my heart
Pour radiance
Throughout the world
Bring glad tears
Healing
To my eyes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I hear your reason
See your reason why
Then it may answer
All the questions I know
I thought were seasoned lies.
No one can tell me
The answer
Nor
Will they look me
In the eye.
I just have to ponder
The reasoning beneath all
That clutters
Clouds the reason
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
As I look around
My heart, my soul
Do abound with love
Joy and gratitude
For things lost then
Brought back in magnitude.
No one hears or feels
The same thing
In the same way
For thoughts are lost
With no beating heart
To bring them back.
Only feel them
Touch the soul
Giving, sharing
Making one whole
With love
Joy and gratitude.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sincerely loving every moment
Everyday
Nothing happens by instance
It happens to pave the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The idea came
Staying maybe for a day
Not a word was said
Just everything conveyed
On a thread of thought
Streaming thru my head
Ending in my heart.
No word was spoken
No lips moved
Instead an idea alone
Placed its thoughts
Quietly in my mind
In my head
And forever in my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I think all is lost
You come and hold me.
You give me strength
When I feel so weak
You give me hope
A chance to speak
The words that heal me.
My heart’s not broken
It mends, it sees me
Go ahead with life
With you beside me.
~ Patrice
In memory of Monica – Rest in Heavenly Peace
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
What has happened
To the day, the month
And the year?
It has been here
Now gone on its way
Becoming nothing more
Than yesterday.
Seeking to see tomorrow
I lost sight of today
Where I had hoped to live
Everyday.
Realizing it only
When I looked back
To see yesterday passing
From tomorrow right on by
Thru me today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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