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
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
Feeling the heart beat
Feeling the source reap treasures
Beyond belief.
~ 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
When I hear the bell
My heart stands
Stands still.
My breath gasps
When
When I hear the bell.
No sounds sing
No voice cries
Words worth keeping.
Only
Only nothing
Nothing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Where will it end? Where did it begin?
Answer not there
Nor has it been
Obvious to us watching
Listening in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.
Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,
We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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