Hoping for a way to belong
belong to the day
I see
unfolding
Reach the morning light
caress softly the fleeting sunset
feel the rain
let the wind blow
empty
hollow thoughts away
as
I embrace the magnificence
of an ever-changing
landscape
This is where
I want to stand
my feet firmly planted
belonging
in
this day, this world
this land.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Clouds part, sun rises
Filling all hearts
With peace
Warmth and gratitude.
Joy comes to mind
As day winds down
Folding into night
Star studded.
Holding tight
Precious souls
In their solitary walk
Through life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Feeling, remembering
seeing
touching things from the past
bringing them
to the present.
Projecting them
to
the future
to be part of my world
forever
forever to be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Solely hope
That I do come to see
The way
The light of all
All I want to do and be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I’m not sure what I’ll write
Something about yesterday
Maybe something
That will occur tonight.
No rules in place
No sayings to follow
Just hear that soft voice speak
And my writing, my words
They follow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
For heaven’s sake
you are blessed
driven
to be your best.
For heaven’s sake
don’t listen
don’t wait to be
forgiven.
For heaven’s sake
know it’s not your fault
heaven knows
and
heaven has
forgiven.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Holding on and holding fast
Not letting go.
Til the earth is beneath my feet
The sand whispering in my ear
And wind blowing too and fro.
Then
And only then
Will I let go.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Hidden beneath
the sacrifice
Deep
in the abyss of darkness
deceit
Sits
a radiance of hope
glimmering
breathing
No words spoke
but
listen
Listen.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I wonder what
I will say
What I’ll see
In the morning
Unfolding
Just before me.
No breath is taken
Carelessly
Holding on
Moving forward
Knowing I have
Heaven and earth
Backing me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Each morning
I create
Patrice
Each morning
I make her come alive
Each night she sleeps
but
does not die
Each day
I appreciate she lives
she is alive.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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