Held in the arms of spirit
Within the refuge of light
Daughter Child of the Muses
Your lyre sounds in delight
Strum the chords of the heavens
In this moment of thought
Feel the concordant harmonies
For nothing is, that is naught.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Parnassus or Apollo and the Muses (detail) by Simon Vouet, French painter, 1590-1649.
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8 comments:
Lovely. Such feeling and passion.
Hi Rose Marie-
In your words I see and feel my daughters long blond curls cascading over my arms and beating heart - longing for days years ago when I could keep them safe in my embrace.
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
Choices, Thank You for knowing and being!
Gail, Being privileged to read your blog postings, I fully grasp the significance of your response to "Daughter Child of the Muses." We hold a shared motherly perspective.
You must be a sacred daughter child of the Muses Rose Marie. You have such a gift and your cup runneth over - creativity and beauty flow out of you like crystalline water from a hidden spring.
Thank you for the liquid words you left on my blog. Bonnie
Rose Marie,
You do have a glorious talent. May we all pay homage to our muses.
Sometimes I'm at a loss of words when I read your beautiful posts!
This is one of those times so I shall just say I loved this very much!
Thank you, Rose Marie!
Bonnie, Your generosity of praise is indeed a gift received with gratitude and joy.
Mark, Your blog offerings are so beautifully imbued with the graciousness of spirit and intent. Your visits are deeply appreciated.
Margie, Quiet reflection is a gift itself. Thank you for silent words shared.
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