Sometimes I Do Believe

by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 4, 2012 | My Musings, Poetry | 6 comments

Sometimes I do believe
There’s a warmth in the trees
Across the road, down the hill
And far away from this today.

Sometimes I do believe
There’s majesty in all we do
Our breath, our beating heart
Skipping like a meadowlark.

Sometimes I do believe
We are one with God
Child, parent, desperate soul
Sometimes I do believe.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

6 Comments

stevehallsbooks on March 5, 2012 at 7:37 am

I had to smile reading this. I “recharge my batteries” by being out in the trees, in the mountains, away from all this. I feel reborn when swallowed by nature. It gives me a sense of belonging.
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- Patrice on March 5, 2012 at 12:06 pm
  
  Amen to all you say! If I could not see and hear this beauty, the life in nature, what a sad world mine would be.
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  - stevehallsbooks on March 5, 2012 at 3:26 pm
    
    As sad… that so many choose not to indulge in it, and many who do leave their ugly mark.
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    - Patrice on March 6, 2012 at 9:43 am
      
      Yes there are those that do. But we can choose to see and keep the beauty. And one day, we can hope, they too will see and hold it dear.
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      - stevehallsbooks on March 7, 2012 at 8:31 am
        
        I hope so. There are many more who relish it than those who do not.
      - Patrice on March 7, 2012 at 10:12 am
        
        Absolutely!!! Thanks for being one of them.

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