When I Was Lost

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...

Take The Bad

Take the bad Let it rest Somewhere else That is best. Don’t dwell on it Don’t let it control Your head, your heart Your very soul. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2016