Wednesday, February 12, 2020

...to the light, and words called ...




As I sat at my table, next to a light filled window, the embracing warmth of the sun was gifted onto me...I looked to the light, and words called to my soul...
there is a TRUTH beyond misgivings
there is a TRUTH beyond hurt and pain
there is a TRUTH beyond doubt and fear
there is a knowing, a PRESENCE Divine
     a petition in prayerful grace, the very call to SELF
         the call to Spirit, to Eternity, to Love, to Faith
              and so we PRAY... be this 

                   our Passion, 
                        our Revelation,   
                             our Ascension, 
                                  our Yielding
                                       to the blessings
                                            to the light of our LORD,
                                                the ANOINTED ONE.
                                                                                AMEN

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Oangetown, New York

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

With Each Breath New




With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day
the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger
the birth child of ARIES
the silence that resounds
the secrets in revelation
the grace and dominion of intention 

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Firmament, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, https://www.apogeeart.com

Friday, January 24, 2020

Forget-Me-Nots



delicate blooms of a lambent sky
so too, the golden sun from on high
each in its own beckoning way
call to memories of a long gone day
markings with pen in a journal, echoes they be
of times and delight in the embrace of thee
forget-me-nots, be they blooms of memories sweet
a yesterday, a now, ever as one to greet
and so pages and blooms be they offerings to share
the embodiment of God’s blessings and care.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Thursday, January 23, 2020

Crystals of Light



the cold and frosty air upon barren branch to see
ice crystals of brilliant light, a bouquet gifted from thee
such be the lens that captures blooms of nature's grace
with a reverence for beauty within heart's place 
a photographer is he par extraordinaire
holding to the light with wondrous care.


APOGEE Poet


Thank You Bob Jessen for the delights of:
Rick Bunting
Nature Photographer, Extraordinaire.



Wednesday, January 22, 2020

...by the O N E




A stillness, a calm, the air chilled and awakening it be
Trees, branches, and bough, reaching to the light before me

Sky of lambent blue so brilliantly clear, supernal indeed
This celestial gift before me in benediction I to receive 

A silence in this motionless moment of BEING  divine
Such be the savor of the morning light, this the gift of time

This season of winter to embrace my blessed abode
Each day, each moment, there be a story to be told 

The All becomes known in each breath of SELF proclaimed
GLORY, GRACE, LIGHT, by the ONE so named.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, January 19, 2020

Sunday it is... ONE





ONE

snow covered ground sparkles bright
from the warming sun and brilliant light
a chilled morning with skies of lambent blue
such be this gift of grace bestowed to you
feel the touch of time and countless days to come
know with faith and joy the blessings of the ONE.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Sunday in January ~ here in Tappan, New York



Friday, January 17, 2020

... and so the Lily ...


… and so the Lily…


sweet be this budding bloom of white
petals delicate in the favor of light
chastity, virtue, purity,  be its calling claim
this a Lily,  blessed be its given name
a bloom from a bouquet, a gift received
this the bequest of beauty conceived
and with a sweet sigh I to behold
its allure and the ancient tales told
unfolding be its endearing gift of grace
such ambrosial splendor within soul I to place.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: ...and so the Lily..., CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2020.