A Sunday new... the LIGHT to prevail.

A Sunday new... the LIGHT to prevail... it is the quest ... the night ever in pursuit of the dawning... Let us rejoice as the noon day light jewels each leaf in its emergent color of splendor...

The offerings of this day onto thee

Brilliant be the sun on the towering tree

Gems of color in glorious array to behold

Crimson, gold, russet, emerald, amber, Autumn’s story told

Birds in flight, their sweet song now be heard

Known be Creation’s Love, Creation’s WORD

Fluttering leaves dressed in the season's splendor

To the will of Nature they so lovingly surrender.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

"some are born to sweet delight ... some are born to endless night..."

born we each to be

the call to destiny

beyond the perceived despair

be the grace, be the care

with each breath we to define

the need, the touch of the divine

and so with blessed convictions true

be the fate that calls onto you.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

 "some are born to sweet delight ... some are born to endless night..." ~ William Blake

My eldest son, as a young teenager, introduced me to THE DOORS... yes, instantly an accord was experienced. The poetry, the rhythmic call of the music and the words sung with such depth of feelings, were magnetic.

Jim Morrison ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Morrison ) was a poet, one who sought meaning in each encounter, one who wanted to convey what we were to be aware of, responsive to, ever to appreciate cause and effect, ever to know we are the ultimate deciders for the fate of our BEING. Do enjoy: http://hurdgurd.blogspot.com/2011/01/endless-night-of-doors-and-william.html

When All Refuse...

 

the mounting loss
the heartache and tears

what be this devastation that prevails
why these imposing fears and travails
are we not to hold reverence for each gift of life
are we not to create a world beyond bitterness and strife
what calling plea shall we answer this very day
within our hearts and visions PEACE be THE WAY 

when all refuse to destroy their fellow man
PEACE will be the prevailing command

 

the sun rises and light anew there be

so too, the blessings onto thee

awake to the calling, the pulsing within heart 

the breath from which life bears its start

reverent be our gift of time and purpose real

the grace of life beyond conceal

when all refuse to destroy their fellow man
PEACE will be the prevailing command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Happenings and so it is asked…

Beyond the Toll

          what be these raging fires

          what be these violent protests

          what be these flooding waters

          what be these wild winds

          what be this mounting loss

          what be this pandemic of our times

          what be these wrathful callings

               are they answered by the dawning of a new day

               are they tempered by the bloom of flowers

               are they quieted by the songbird’s song

               are they hushed by the laughter of a child

                    seek we that moment of solace

                    seek we the comfort of faith

                    seek we the knowing sacred and wise

                    seek we life beyond the imposed demise

                          so we reach onto another in grace

                          light within each hearts place 

                          and as a new vision calls to soul

                          blessed we be beyond, beyond the toll

                          blessed we be beyond the toll.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

BE it...

the silent the silent knowing of THE WORD
the music the music ever be heard
be it the pulsing of heart
from which life bears its start
be it the lilting notes of a songbird sweet
such ambient delight upon soul to greet
be it the feeling warmth of the sun upon a reaching hand
the gentle touch of light in God’s command
be it the whisper of the wind  upon leaf, tree, and bough
and heard be the grace, the love, of a soulful vow
be it this moment with a sigh, a pause, a respite known
the glory, the chorus of grace, in light shown
and to our hearts with kindness dear
a day, an hour, a moment in faith ever near
 be we to rejoice, to proclaim
the splendor, the love, the blessings within God’s name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

A WEB to spin...

As a Consultant/Therapist… when listening to the expressed need of a person, hear I, the resolve… 
a poetic dialogue ensues in heart… and so it is...

A WEB to Spin…

From deep hurt and loss a web to spin
In threads of anguish caught her heart within
Soulful reflection and resolve to proclaim
In forgiveness and faith to call God’s name
To feel the knowing, the purpose, the plan
Ever God’s gift to life, woman and man
Free be her heart and lamenting soul
In glory she to live life’s goal
Entanglements need not confining be
She to hold to life’s decree
The beauty of a spider’s web be it known
For the intent fulfilled and the artistry shown
So too, within our hearts threads of time, people and place
And within a web we may so place
Yet each thread is created anew to interweave
So too, with each thought we bear to conceive
Within these threads of creation and time
Behold the magic, the mystery, the wondrous divine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Thank You Bob Jessen for sending on Rick Buntings photos.
Photo: WEBS: Rick Bunting, Nature Photographer Extraordinaire.

Simply a Pause... at my open window...

gentle be the warmth of this moment now

the season’s grace fulfilling its vow

green, in emerald tones they be

yet touches of amber upon the dogwood tree

hushed be the sounds of task and deed

a pause, so very much in need

the sweetness of quietude and time

blessed be the embrace of the divine

the constant of change from day to day

know we as simply as, THE WAY

revel in the presence, live its pleasure

a smile, a sigh, a breath, a blessed treasure.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown,  New York