Thoughts are thinking
Thinking thoughts
Working out answers
Questioning a lot
Thinking.
Thinking in silence
Thinking out loud
Thinking.
Thinking thoughts
Creating magic
Developing a dream
Thinking.
Thinking of a scheme
The correct way to be
Leaving nothing unanswered
Thinking.
My thoughts have been
Thinking
Thinking of everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Grace reveals a gentle kind
Holding love for all mankind.
No remorse or fathom angering
Just love, grace and kindness.
Revealed to all filled
With soft, loving mindfulness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Know the reason why
Don’t believe your soul
Would ever lie.
Accept its truth
Don’t deny your heart
Knows the reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Never before did I
Feel the work of the Lord
Residing in everything.
Never before did I
Find a way to heal
The hurt felt when I was left
In a terrible bind.
Never before did I
See the magic a heart can do
To mend with love
Given unconditionally.
Never before did I
Be in the realm
Of a beautiful soul
Such as thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart is aching
I know not why
Sleeping softly
I cry
And cry.
Remorse only
Not knowing why
My heart aches
Breaking
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A photo album
Large and small
Depicts the life
We’ve had so far.
Not the heartache
Nor the scorn
Just the pleasures
To be adorned.
No master plan
Is in the works
Just something sweet
All fancied up.
A token of a lovely time
When the sun shone
And you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Can’t help but see
The world living, unfolding
As it should be.
Can’t help but feel
The soft and gentle caring
Beneath my feet.
Can’t help but hear
A song of love
Filling each of my ears.
Can’t help but live
A life full of harmony
Can’t help but see all this, around me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Coming to terms with who I am
Not who I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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