Fitzpatrick Poems - Poems about Fitzpatrick

...The 36% Poem I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us, casting drop......

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...Thomas Lonigan 1844 to 1878 (34 years old) Tom Lonigan married Charlotte in the Irish town of Bella Sligo. He knew for her only the best life to give, to Australia they would go. In 1871 Melbour......

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...A year ago today, I had to say goodbye. Life went on and continued on its way. Your humor, your smile, your depth of honesty. Lost in a moment that seemed like yesterday. Poorer are we all the d......

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...The tan ropes are rattlesnakes that tie and untie themselves, clumps of spines untangled from earth, loops and S’s curling, like damaged ribs. My body is a tight cage that the snakes move a......

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... Make Me into Something Better By Karen Fitzpatrick Lord you’re so understanding, faithful and sure Make me into something better You know my thoughts You hear my cries My heart desir......

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... I want to see Jesus By Karen Fitzpatrick I want to see Jesus The man who died for me Walked this earth a sinless man Who conquered Calvary I want to talk to Jesus To see Him face ......

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... Who am I By Karen Fitzpatrick Who am I? I’m a cloud floating freely in the sky A flower dancing in the wind A stream flowing gently in the valley below Who am I? I’m a candle that......

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..., italics In The Mood for Love Again By Karen Fitzpatrick I’ll never forget the love we shared Not knowing how deep I would grow to care Time was precious Hours were few E......

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... Whispers of love that use to be Hush-hush so others will not see. Our love was a secret we grew to care. With family and friends we could not share. Warm spring night love was in b......

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...Don't turn away, Don't blink an eye. In some respect we never see, faster than we can ever believe. Once standing proud, on solid ground. You cannot know, you cannot grieve. All you can know is ......

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