
A cloak
A garment
Interwoven
With our
Days
Nights
Months
Years
And then
We gather
New threads
Understanding
Vision
A knowing
And this time
We weave
Wings of Spirit
And take flight
To our
TRUTH.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Dove, Wings of the World, Watercolor, Shirl Hathaway.
This is beautifully written! You are amazing! I love your blog! :-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie, Thank you ever so much. So pleased you visit and chose to 'follow.' I appreciate there is much to peruse. I would like however, to invite you to see a video presenting both my art and poetry. It is the post of: Tuesday, April 20, 2010.
ReplyDeleteBest with every word,
Rose Marie