Many the border cross
Up to the promised land
Where joy
Wonder are lost.
No one is forsaken
Only lost in a world
Of no glory, sadness
Broken hearts.
Turn around
Turn back
The world you live in
Is not the one lost.
Only your way
That’s the thing
Lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Bright sunlight streams
Across the land
Brining favour and promise
To whomever
Is within her hands.
Profound love gently
caressing our motherland
moving west
Making all
A promised land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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