I fell off the world’s face
Down into the depths
Of disgrace
No hope, no saving grace
Mired deep
In a unholy place.
Then out of that depth
A saviour came
Putting his arms around
Making me claim my place
In blessed, holy time.
I live
Making no mistakes
Doing no crime
I see the world’s true face
It is such a wondrous place
And is now mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I have to hear the singing of the song
To believe
To move forward
Not look back nor doubt
Where the words come from.
That’s the only job that’s mine
Must breathe the words
Embrace the rhyme
Never forgetting they’ve come to me
At just the perfect time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Make it my own
Make it mine
No explanations, no excuses
Survive
I have done it
The best that I can
Trying to tell no lies
It’s me, my own, my life
Yes
I am alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
In the morning
The sun does rise
Spreading warmth, beauty
Across the skies.
Mine to behold
Mine to see
Mine to be part of
Forever, into eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
In my dream
I see fortune full of destiny
Mine to have
Mine to be
Let me begin living
This my dream
In that destiny
I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I fell off the world’s face
Down into the depths
Of disgrace
No hope, no saving grace
Mired deep
In a unholy place.
Then out of that depth
A saviour came
Putting his arms around
Making me claim my place
In blessed, holy time.
I live
Making no mistakes
Doing no crime
I see the world’s true face
It is such a wondrous place
And is now mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Just what kind of birds do you get at your feeder?
Mine seem a little different.
Why it happened and where
Is not, I suppose
My affair.
Doesn’t stop the questions
Doesn’t make my heart open
Willing to share.
Not my affair
Not mine, not mine
I should not care.
But I do
And I wonder what happened
Even if it’s not
My affair.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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