Holding On, Holding Close

Holding on, holding close 
all that I love and cherish
through
the darkest time.

Let us not be separated
or
hurt in anyway 
any kind.

This I ask
I pray
to
the wondrous, great Divine. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Wondrous

I’ve heard, I have seen
Things so wondrous
Just can’t believe.

Trees growing
living being coming to life
in the spring
bearing fruit summer
in between falls to winter
when they seem to be
sleeping.

One wonder to behold
to be seen
may be ordinary
but
if you stop, look and listen
miraculous it will become
wondrous it will seem.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Tenderness, Sweetness

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Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.

Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.

Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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May My Soul Find The Secrets

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May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.

May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.

May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.

Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Husk Falls

Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.

Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.

Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Must Be Close To Spring

Must be close to spring
For squirrels are making out
On the deck railing.

Must be close to spring
For deer are eating
Sprigs of exposed grass
Instead of bark and things.

Must be close to spring
For redwing blackbirds sing
A lovely song of spring.

Must be close I’m hoping
To that wondrous season
Spring.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Tenderness, Sweetness

Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.

Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.

Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

May My Soul Find The Secrets

 

May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.

May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.

May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.

Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Loaded Down With Agony

Loaded down with agony
I push past the entrance
Into hell.
Hope desperately not to dwell
But see the possibility
If I do not undo this awful spell
Stuck down here in my misery
Stuck down here in my hell.

See the light above me
See the stairs lace up from here
Trace the steps back up thru agony
Past the entrance out of here.
Out the gates of Hell into loving
Living memories in a wondrous
Earthly Heaven where there is
No more wretched hell.

Blessed be this living
Please do let me dwell
Here in Heaven
Crushing all sadness
Rising up from awful
Awful hell.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

My Soul Knows The Way

My soul knows the way
The way I must go
On my journey road.

Not the one that may be easy
Not the one I’ve been told
Just the one made for me
And my living, loving soul.

Whether its hard or easy
We will see and watch unfold
All the lovely lessons
This I know, I’ve been told.

Love to have you along with me
Love to share the road
My soul, she knows the way
On this wondrous, unchartered road.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012