At the Noon Hour
An experience and so be the root of change in perception
A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection
Time and place enfold our body our mind
And so we reach for meaning valid and kind
Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real
Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal
The hour past and present be time’s call
By our own intention we to rise or fall
What credence do we give to time present and past
The sweep of clock hands and so our story cast
This moment, this very hour at hand
Be it known by volition and a willing command
Our heart, our soul, with a blessing divine
To grace this gift of our granted time
The noon hour be it ever embraced
The light of day within our heart to place.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the noon hour onto you each day with all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge, all its light.
2 comments:
Well done. Appreciate you sharing.
Ever pleased for the pleasing ... thank you kindly.
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