Carmela Patterson Poems

Wood of a cross!

That is what they have made of me.
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They take me off His shoulders and lay me down on the ground and throw this man upon me, stripped of everything except a simple cloth to cover His body.

They stretch his arms across the shorter crossbar and pound nails into each Hand.
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In the depth of my sin, I hear You;
When I run, You steadily follow.
You see all that I wrongly do,
And watch as in mire I wallow.
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My penitent heart was heavy praying in Church
I knelt sorrowfully until completing my search
for You, Lord,
were coming t'ward me in robe of rose
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While the night unfolds and the hours tick by
The world sleeps but why can't I?
I wonder how it is this sort of thing has come to be
Perhaps it is the Lord who wants me to see
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O Lord, when I find it hard to pray
And the words will not come my way
Bless this unsettled soul of mine
So it may come into line with Thine.
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Snow is falling, flakes big as your eye!
Pure white, its' beauty emits an 'ah-ing' sigh
Skies above appear as a milky gray
Evergreens adorned as glistening snows lay.
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They gathered for cancer ~ survivors as well,
Amassed to aid thousands in that insidious hell;
Many the people running and walking on
Going the distance in that run/walk-a-thon.
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Who am I? Whom do I purport to be?
Do I recognize the you I see?
Do I see Jesus in you, or in me?
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Shattering peace is the disturbance of noise
Which invades the soul from its prior poise,
As the soul soars in heavenly contemplation
It's then catapulted into painful vexation.
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