The Poet's Tidings
Moments of memory, treasure be mine
The troves, the garlands, the gems of time
Each hour, each day, each year now past
A journey, a questing, a destiny cast
Awaken awaken to the vision yet held
Destiny and purpose in glory meld
The sounding heart with yearning real
Reverie and passion beyond conceal
The Muse calls to sound its claim
Beauty and Truth the poet to name
A blessed grace be it known, be it heard
'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. Classicist Painter.
3 comments:
Rose Marie,
Such a lovely treat to read this "The Poet's Tidings" before I get ready for sleep.
This is you, you are poet that graces us with her "beautiful tidings"
Thank you and good night.
Thank You Margie, You too, bring tidings of loving spirit and tenderness of BEING... blessing and light ever on to you.
In preparation for my scheduled presentation, " "Passion, Plea, and the Poet's Pen ~ Cancer No More... a thirty year path of renewed well being through the art of expression." BE Women's Enrichment Expo - A Step BEyond Wellness... this upcoming Sunday, October 6th at the Union Arts Center, Sparkill, NY... these words of tidings revealed themselves and so here shared in gratitude... much love to all...
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