© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Soft comfort and gentle tug here on my heart
As I struggle to understand all I’m part of.
Why do things happen? Why do I question?
All will be answered when I have need of.

Moody blue and sunny gold both holding
Untold stories that soon will unfold.

Be pleasant, be happy, see the goodness in all
Drop the bad and the ugly make sure that they fall
Far and away from all that gives joy
In this world most of all.

Joyous is a good word, happy and free
Making life simple and certainly carefree.

Let it be me.

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011