Sunday, February 19, 2012

Is It


Is it brush in hand and thought in heart
From which this painting has its start
Where comes this call I hear as mine
Word, color and form these gifts of time
Is it the Muse that summons the soul
Beauty be the quest, beauty be the goal
And when in completion a work is to be
Is it the Muse I hear in joyful reverie
Is it Truth that anoints each new day
With the knowing path of the spirit's way
Ever present this reach to do and create
Welcome I Truth, the Muse, Destiny and Fate
God be known in what I receive and give
This be the decree for each moment I live
Is it when faith and knowing jointly resound
That God and the Muse so freely are found
So be it brush or pen in heart, mind or hand
It is to be in the Creator's fullest command.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Quest, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2000, www.apogeeart.com

5 comments:

  1. Rosemarie - such lovely colors blended in truth and passion and wisdom - and your words honoring each colorful idea of life and love and truth - always feminine in design and strong like a Goddess of passion and hope, fearless and soft all in one blended celebration of promise.
    Love Gail
    peace.....

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    1. Ah, Yes, Gail, This fervor, this flow, this freedom of LIFE as it is ever evolving, color, beauty and the TRUTH we live. Loved you are dear friend. Ever in celebration of all you share so lovingly.

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  2. perhaps I should frame that and hang it in my little creative space in the end of my kitchen...would you mind? artistic inspiration from and emotional connection to God colors of life flowing through to a piece of plain white paper!

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    1. Theanne, I would be honored, knowing that intention has been fulfilled.

      Last night my son presented me with the recording of, "The Voice of Knowledge," by Don Miguel Ruiz, the author of "The Four Agreements. " It is indeed a most validating perspective. We are the God Spirit, perfect in our innocence, shadowed only by the lies within the stories created by others in denial of our own blessings and endowments. And so these very words shared this day.

      Much love on to you dear Theanne.

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