by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 17, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
The hearts of men and every woman Beat, pound a melodic rhythm Breath taken in, breathing out Lungs expand and eyes look about Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground As feet run full speed all around. All this done with not a thought Of how to do it or where it starts...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 3, 2015 | Poetry
The heart is cold Has done its job Time to rest, time to be Blessed forever in eternity. The heart is old And has ceased to be In this world now Surrounded by exquisite beauty. The heart is pure Has done its job Is now with the hallowed one The eternal God. ~ Patrice...