She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

  • You lug the giant watering can,

    Helping the garden grow,

    Content to follow and help where you can –

    Running to and fro.

    Your sunny disposition is a blessing to me

    And I love your innocent ways –

    Whereever you go there’s a joyful song,

    And pleasant are the days.

    All too soon you will be grown –

    I must treasure the moments so sweet

    A beautiful girl – such a gift to the world –

    Dancing, happy feet!

    © M. Patterson 2019

  • Inbetween the craziness of having barely any time to call my own, I am posting a few old poems from my original blog, but I do also plan to do posts like this one, as well as sharing some favourite music and penning some more poetry.

    I haven’t had a lot of time to reflect, but themes in life have a way of screaming for attention at times. I happened to stumble across a life coaching video by a lady called Lisa Corduff and it got me thinking about priorities. Often life sort of just happens to me and around me and I feel a constant state of overwhelm. Lisa’s video helped me initiate a family conversation about what truly mattered. I’m still pondering it and being helped by it.

    One of the necessities which I threw away when life got tough, was music. I only have to see the way my daughter sings and dances at every opportunity, to see what I would (still) be like if I didn’t get so stressed and caught up in the to-do list.

    So today I’m challenging you (and myself) to get back to the heart of things. Stop worrying about someone else’s stamp of approval. If it’s important to you then it should be given time. Waiting for an opportune moment could prove a waste of time. Some things can’t wait and so many people could be blessed along the way.

  • Pebbles

    Like pebbles falling through my pocket-

    A priceless collection lost,

    I progressed for a while along the path

    Forgetting what it cost.

    I didn’t realise that Your will

    Was that I should take with me

    Every single lesson learnt,

    Which had helped to set me free.

    Ashamed and broken, I bowed my head,

    Wondering if I should look back,

    To pick up all the lessons and promises

    I lost along the track.

    I looked at You, and saw a nod,

    So I made up my mind to give

    Every moment of surrender to You

    As a thankyou for letting me live.

    I hope that one day, these boring old stones

    Will be diadems in Your crown,

    As I re-embrace Your promises and then

    Learn to lay them down

    © M. Patterson 2001

  • She Waited

    Her fourteen year old smile

    Approved each detail tentatively.

    She anticipated each ride

    To that familiar place,

    Where sweat was a sweet thing –

    A sign that when the siren pierced the air,

    He might be there.

    He used to come more frequently

    And she wished she had noticed then;

    It was his absence that prompted

    The fable spanning many years –

    That his appearance would

    Obliterate the terrible,

    The mundane.

    In his gaze, there was beauty

    Enough for a thousand lifetimes,

    Yet that secret was safely hidden

    Beneath layers of teenage skin.

    The fable grew;

    He had returned and

    His timing was impeccable.

    Nothing seemed quite so

    Ordinary anymore.

    Sensing finality,

    She addressed him,

    Softly spoken,

    Heart beating fast,

    A matter so trivial –

    Yet his caring way

    Made him swell

    Forever in her eyes.

    She disappeared –

    So did he,

    And in her dream

    He walked on,

    Never to return.

    She waited in disbelief,

    Always hoping for that

    Once more –

    And there he was,

    At a distance to admire,

    But never see…

    That she waited

    © M.Patterson 2015

  • I have enjoyed writing since I was in primary school. I first took a particular interest in poetry, penning rhyme and freeform verse as well as journalling in my teens and twenties. I enjoy being out in nature, singing, cooking and gardening, playing piano and small craft projects. In this season where I have a small child, there isn’t a whole lot of time for writing, but I am working towards a published work one day.

  • Remembering You

    I’m listening to love songs

    Remembering you

    Sweet love of my youth –

    Your smile won’t grow old

    Pillar of strength

    Gentle as a dove

    My happy drug

    For all seasons

    You’re living your life

    Apart from mine

    But once in a while

    You’re in my dreams

    I can picture you

    Standing there

    As if it were yesterday

    Sweet love of my youth

    I framed you in my heart

    A proud display

    Celebrating my teens

    You’ll be there always

    © M. Patterson 2014

  • Never Give Up

    When you’re feeling blue and disappointment’s gotten hold of you

    Just remember that you tried and that is all that you could do.

    Maybe one day, a reward may come your way –

    Just keep persevering and don’t let those gloomies stay!

    There will always be those ‘Jonah’ days where everything goes wrong

    And you think that all your happiness has suddenly gotten up and gone,

    But don’t you forget that you can one day, smile again –

    Keep your chin up, try to smile

    And until  then…

    Hold on – don’t give up – just take a day at a time

    Focus on that mountain that you’ve begun to climb –

    On that narrow road where with your Saviour, you now tread –

    Let Him take you by the hand and be willing to be led.

    Tell Him all your worries – give Him all your fears,

    Let Him guide you through the storm and wipe away your tears.

    Put your hope in Him and trust there’ll be a brighter ‘morrow

    He’ll stick by you through thick and thin and help you through your sorrow.

    © M.Patterson 1994

  • YOU

    You watched a tear

    Springing from my heart

    Joining with the river

    Falling down below.

    You called my name

    I did not reply

    Instead You saw my heart

    I couldn’t kneel to pray.

    You brought me comfort

    All I saw was pain

    Yet even in my blindness

    I saw You smile at me.

    Hope came tumbling down

    You pulled me out again

    Lifting up my heart

    Bowing down to You.

    You heard my whisper

    As I turned my head

    Now facing distant scenes

    Watching at the gates.

    You felt my brokenness

    It drove through Your hands

    Blood spilling down like rivers

    Giving down below.

    © M. Patterson 1998