What be these eyes but the light as perceived
What be these eyes but the seen as believed
What be these eyes but a window to the soul
What be these eyes but the morning sun of gold
What be these eyes but the silver stars of night
What be these eyes but the seeking of light
What be these eyes but time present and past
What be these eyes but visions distant and vast
For never be these eyes blinded to GOD supreme
For within depths of darkness divine light ever seen.
What be these eyes but the seen as believed
What be these eyes but a window to the soul
What be these eyes but the morning sun of gold
What be these eyes but the silver stars of night
What be these eyes but the seeking of light
What be these eyes but time present and past
What be these eyes but visions distant and vast
For never be these eyes blinded to GOD supreme
For within depths of darkness divine light ever seen.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Raphael, 1483 - 1520, Drawing of the Transfiguration, in preparation for the painting, 1516-1520.
Photograph: Ashmolean Museum Oxford.
Photograph: Ashmolean Museum Oxford.
2 comments:
Eyes see the beauty of the world, your eyes!
Thank you for sharing that beauty!
This is a beautiful poem!
Thank You dearest Margie, Your generous words are indeed received most kindly... Much love and blessings on to you.
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