I heard you sing
Heard the bells ring
Sounds singing
Of blessed happiness
Transporting joy to me
To everything.
I heard you sing
A song so beautiful
Even silent bells
Did ring
Singing sounds
I too, now sing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Snow is falling softly
gently down upon a cold
Hard bitter ground
Unforgiving in this season angry
As we struggle to be warm.
Quietly snow covers all
That harsh, hard cold
Making soft and warm it seems
This landscape filled with cold.
Blanket all the world
In white beauty bold
There til spring
The ground does sleep
While we wait for warmth
To unfold.
Springing forth in vibrant colour
Joyous singing can be heard
May we rest in quiet winter
Tucked beneath a blanket white
Waiting for spring to tell us
This is the time to spring to life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
The call of the jay rips thru still, damp air
Mist rises while a red squirrel fights for his share
As a deer trudges pass all these affairs
No one notices the cardinal’s not there.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
See the snow fall
See it coming down
Lying quietly upon the ground.
Not in repose but instead
Covering with a snowy blanket
A sleeping ground
That’s waiting
Waiting for warmth
To come round once again.
See the snow fall
See it fall, coming down
Coming down again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane.
No one knows for sure
Nor has one the right
To live life thinking
All will be perfect, be alright.
Take the misery
The sadness and the lame
Take them to a happy place
Or leave them
For someone else to claim.
No heart is pure
Without regret
No life is lived
Without some sadness put into it.
We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The cover of darkness
Has been rolled back
Slowly, so slowly light creeps
Into the day
Til the sun shines bright
Giving light, lighting each way
To everyone, everything
Each and everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Had a dream today
All my problems they just floated away
No need to agonize
No time to feel remorse
Immersed in happiness my course
Set far from sadness
Can’t remember any heart retching tale
Only gladness on this happy trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sufficient to say
I love
Love the moon, sun and sky
Leaves blowing on trees
Squirrels hanging from a branch
Fish swimming in the sea
Brimming with waterlilies.
These are some of what
I love
Most of all I love
The one who made
Each and everything
I see, smell feel
Beneath a blue sky, a vibrant sea.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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