Touch I the morning dew
Be this the nectar of a day new
Heed I the ambient sounds of grace
The song birds song in heart to place
The beckoning light I do feel
The gifts of creation ever so real
Blessings fill the moment, the hour, the day
’Tis the calling of divinity, “tis THE WAY.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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