by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 8, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I wake in the early morning light Pondering my mission, my delight No other knows No other can conceive The thoughts, the words The images that come Only to me. The early morning light Can be quiet Still as the darkness left Or filled with joy Sounds singing, bringing...
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 1, 2016 | Poetry
I heard you sing Heard the bells ring Sounds singing Of blessed happiness Transporting joy to me To everything. I heard you sing A song so beautiful Even silent bells Did ring Singing sounds I too, now sing. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...