Visions, shrouds, lifetimes unfold
Quest ever present, a story told
From torn and tattered threads of time
Woven new a swaddling divine
This silent call I am to heed
Revelation is Wisdom's way and creed
Cradled in TRUTH the muse is heard
Known is sweet slumber and known is God's WORD
Awakened by Spirit, Life's song to be sung
Each moment, each day, each lifetime begun
Memory of shadow, light ever cast
This melody of time now and past.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
The Protection of Baby Zeus, Rhea and Cronus.
3 comments:
As I look at the bas relief of Baby Zeus and read your words,I think of a baby born yesterday to a mother who is an addict...while he had a good birth weight, his head is smaller than normal, he is unable to suck, so has a feeding tube, has fluid in his lungs, so is on oxygen...is being giving phenobarbital to prevent him from having seizures, receives intravenous morphine for withdrawal...he is "a swaddling divine", one of God's tiny creatures who is struggling against all odds to live...
Theanne, Your description brought heartfelt tears... prayers fill the hour... Much love on to you.
Thank you Rose Marie...he is doing better today...has been taking bottles from his Mom and she is going to try to breast feed him today. So far no seizures! Apparently she is feeling VERY responsible for his condition...as she is! I pray for both of them and thank you for your prayers. He is the grandson of a friend of mine (my grandchildren attend her day care).
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