When all the world whirls round
When a stranger stops and bends to the ground
When the heart feels compassion for those lost, wandering around
When no one knows hunger, anger or bad attitude
When we see magnificence in this body called me
That’s
When we’ll be living heaven on earth
Heaven on earth is where we all should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Marching on
Thru the wind, the rain
All’s the same
But
Do I gain ground or just march
March on, march on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.
We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.
While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
It blows again,
Drifting too, across the land
No remorse
It just covers bursting, growing, green land
Squirrels sigh, birds don’t sing
Blowing snow
Covers everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016
Thinking of the beauty
Here in spring.
Thinking of growth
The rising from the ground.
Thinking of life’s birth anew
Oh so profound.
Thinking of creation’s magic
Like the beauty in a wren’s song.
Thinking
Thinking of a song.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.
Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.
No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.
For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Me and my Shadow
Are traveling thru
Life’s twists and turns
Purple haze of blue.
Me and my Shadow
Have come to see
Opportunities
Of the highest degree.
Me and my Shadow
Don’t lecture or seek
We follow the road
Where it seems to lead.
Me and my Shadow
Have long been together
Together we see
Yet she stays with me.
Me and my Shadow are traveling thru
The bumps and the curves
The ones we need too.
I thank you my Shadow
For all that you do
And standing behind me
No matter what I may ever do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Silent harmony guiding me
Guiding me to all that is happy
Full of loving harmony.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In a way I can’t understand
The world whirls round
Making no excuses
Denying no light
Or darkness in the night.
I don’t understand
It’s not at my command
How rivers run, showers fall
And the world turns
Again and again.
Most of all I stand
In the midst of this
Wondering
Will I ever
Ever understand?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Wandering thru my heartland
Down by the meadow where an old tree stands
No one knows the meadow nor the stream tricking by
Only robins and larks sing the way to the meadow
Where squirrels sleep and play near by.
May my wandering thru grasses
Growing tall in that sweet meadow
Hold my thoughts as here I stand
Seeing love growing old, gracing all
In my meadow, in my meadow’s heartland.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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