Posts Tagged ‘my soul’

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With All That Has Happened

June 26, 2018

Ancient Mexico ~ Photo by Patrice

With all that has happened
My soul is drawing on
Her experience, her knowledge
To guide me thru
The labyrinth of time.

My heart has given all to her
Believing in her guiding light
I will rest
When the time is right.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Leaves Floating Down

August 2, 2017

Fall Leaves ~ Photo by Patrice

Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.

No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.

My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Love Joy And Gratitude

December 14, 2016

Wooden Butterfly ~ Photo by Patrice

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

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When I Think

November 9, 2016

Vince's Border Terrier ~ Watercolour by Patrice

When I think
My heart, my soul
Believe the right will come
Will be bestowed.

When I think can’t think
About what could have been
Can’t speculate on how
It came about
What now has been.

When I think I open up
My heart, my soul
To the world’s best
The light that guides
That lets me hear
The way to go.

When I think all is done
My heart, my soul
Laugh and say
Don’t ever think the best is gone
Or all hope is dead.

When I think, I know
We will survive, we will grow
We will make a life
The envy of
My heart, my soul.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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When I Was Lost

August 24, 2016

Costa Rican Sunrise ~ Photo by Patrice

When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.

Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.

Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.

She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.

Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.

An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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My Heart, My Soul

July 30, 2015

Elephant ~ Illustration by Patrice

My heart, my soul know the one
Changing it will not let it be undone
Feel it’s gentle touch like jasmine on the breeze
A sweet smell wafting through the air
Never letting me not be at ease
While
Without a care my soul will pull love up
Changing none as my heart becomes
Becomes that one.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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