Who
Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear
Is it the wind that whispers its own song
Is it the sun that warms and nourishes
Is it the moon that sheds its light
Is it the star that guides our way
Is it the stranger who extends a hand
Is it the child who gives a knowing smile
Is it the soul in its moment of call
Is it God in all present grace
Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
The Inspiration of the Poet, Oil on canvas, 1629-1630, Musée du Louvre, Nicolas Poussin, 1594 - 1665.
2 comments:
Nice one Rose.
I do like how the Cherubs in the picture depict the Elohim as they are, short people and how nakedness doesn't bother them.
Though the feathery wings are just to symbolize the fact that they come from the sky, and I suppose our primitive forefathers thought it was the best way of saying in pictures that they could fly.
My dear strawberryelohist, Thank You. I know that in our hearts there is much known and waiting to be expressed. The questing of the artist, the poet, is ever moved by this knowing beyond and its manifest expression.
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