Thank You

Thank you
for
giving us a special boy

Who by being him
has mended a broken heart 

Breathed life
where there was despair

Given joy
where there was no hope

We thank you
Lizz

So very glad
we met, we spoke. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

World’s Face

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

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

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Sadly, Secret Murky Tiled

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Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at

Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference

The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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World’s Face

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

Deep Sorrow, Absolute Horror

Deep sorrow, absolute horror
For fire has claimed lives
And ones who loved
Will never be the same
Smoke billowed, fire raged
Taking life, killing
Killing at such a savage pace
No hope, desperate loss
In a desparate place.

But see
See gentle souls rising
In the midst of raging fire’s rage
For though gone
Peace now, quiet time
Running freely in heaven’s place
Lost to the earth they have not lost
Nor never will
The loving race.
~ Patrice

My deepest sympathies to those that have loss so much. So sorry. So very sorry.

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Sadly, Secret Murky Tiled

Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at

Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference

The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

My Teck

No hope, no hope
So sad. So very, very sad
For a wonderful dog he is
So wish I could save and
Make him whole and healthy
But not to be
Not to be.

Goodbye my guy,
My friend,
My Mister Man you be
I love you still, I always will
Move on through Heaven’s door
We’ll see in days to come
A better life
I love you Teck
Be free of  pain
No pain for thee.

Goodbye my guy
The wonder dog you be
My heart breaks
Hemorrhaging such heartache
In what I wish wouldn’t be.

 

 

Adieu my friend
We’ll meet again
May safe you be
On this your long
Last journey.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012