Mist Rises From A Land

Mist rises from a land
Wet with prosperity
Vibrant green leads the way
On a day full
Of joy and loyalty.

This is my day all the way
Nothing will stop me
From being that person
The land, wind and rain
Will make me.

Mist rises and I see
What I need in a land vibrant
Filled with prosperity
This will lead me
Complete me, making me that
What I need to be.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

We Did Not Go Down And See

We did not go down and see
We stayed back and let it be.

Fear did not reign
The focus was on a tremendous time
That had gone and been.

Prosperity and affluence
Brought down poverty with distain
This was our focus.

As you see
When we left behind
All there thats contradictory.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Hear The Wind Blow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hear the wind blow
Blowing goodness
Health and prosperity
Into the arms of the waiting
Suffocating dread
Hurt and disaster.

Blowing, blowing
Blowing fresh, pure air
Into the lives of believers
Hear the wind blow
Blowing our troubles
Away.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012