Pansy Patterson

Orange, New Jersey, USA

Born - GuyanaParents - Benjamin (deceased) and Ursula PattersonSister - Beulah Patterson Roberts, Nephews and NiecesEducation - Elementary, High Schools, Teachers Training College (Guyana) Medgar Evers College, Brooklyn,NY.Qualification - College of Preceptor's Certificate, Trained Teacher's Certificate, B.S. in Education.Occupation - TeacherThe seeds of poetry germinated within me during my early childhood stage of life. I was awakened to the magnificent radiance of the setting sun and the unfading beauty in fields of uncultivated flowers. I detected music in the pattering rain and gentle hissing wind. The slowly moving clouds and the rippling waves are things that still transport my mind to sail along The Sea Of Peace And tranquility.

My Dark Face

Don't look at me with scorn
Because from the Black race I was born
But from deep within your heart do look at me and smile
And you'll see King Solomon and St. Peter by my side.
Don't look at my dark face and sigh
Because from life's ladder I do not slide
But please support me when I call
So that from life's ladder I do not fall.
Don't look at his dark face and inwardly cry
Because you know that I am filled with pride
To sail through life's rough tide
And gain the precious prize.
Don't look at my dark face and say
That at this place I should not stay
Remember that as I journey through life's race
I have the strength to regain the pace.
Now look at my dark face
And think about the Savior's base
For he was born within that stable
And like Him, when He lived on earth, I am always labeled.
No longer look at my dark face with scorn
But remember that through Christ we were all born
Then let us strive through Grace
To win the Heavenly race.

The Fence Of This Life

Oh God! Here upon life's fence I stand
And my eyes towards the horizon land
Alas! There glazes my story so true
But the Footsteps of Christ within I fail to view.
Why should this be! It is a picture so strange
For within the sacred walls I always range
This picture proves that my life is in vain
For redemption from this fence I cannot gain.
Lord! Please call me like Saul so that I could quickly descend
And the light of Paul through me will ascend
For the fence of this life only appears to be strong
But it is firmly supported by pillars of wrong.
Now through God's mercy I stand on life's base
And towards His sacred walls I will continue to race
Yes! The footsteps of Christ I will always try to find
So goodness will always flow from my mind.
The road through which I tread is sometimes rough
For the Sacred Laws seem to be tough
But to Travel through it is not impossible
For the Footsteps of Christ make the way passable.
That fence Oh Lord before me will always rise
And even its ladder will be decked with earthly prize
But strengthen me Lord that I should not remount
For no true blessing on that fence I could count.