Tuesday, October 1, 2013

...these eyes...



What be these eyes but the light as perceived
What be these eyes but the seen as believed
What be these eyes but a window to the soul
What be these eyes but the morning sun of gold

What be these eyes but the silver stars of night
What be these eyes but the seeking of light
What be these eyes but time present and past
What be these eyes but visions distant and vast
For never be these eyes blinded to GOD supreme
For within depths of darkness divine light ever seen.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Raphael, 1483 - 1520,  Drawing of the Transfiguration, in preparation for the painting, 1516-1520.
 Photograph: Ashmolean Museum Oxford.





2 comments:

Margie said...

Eyes see the beauty of the world, your eyes!
Thank you for sharing that beauty!

This is a beautiful poem!

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Thank You dearest Margie, Your generous words are indeed received most kindly... Much love and blessings on to you.