The whispers are ever to be heard
in a wind song a voiceless word
In the fold of the muse divine
beyond all space and time
This eternal call of spirit's reach
upon your soul to bequeath
The giving over is the receiving
and real becomes the believing
Known be truth and splendor
to destiny's purpose surrender.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Photograph, Christopher A. Raccioppi, 2008
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