The delight of breath be it known
The seeds of creation be they sown
The power of will the breath makes claim
In grace the silent calling of God’s name
This in heart’s chambers finds a place
The breath, the presence of divine grace
Behold the innocence of years yet young
In breath, the silent song yet sung.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Image: Google courtesy.
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