A stillness, a calm, the air chilled and awakening it be
Trees, branches, and bough, reaching to the light before me
Sky of lambent blue so brilliantly clear, supernal indeed
This celestial gift before me in benediction I to receive
A silence in this motionless moment of BEING divine
Such be the savor of the morning light, this the gift of time
This season of winter to embrace my blessed abode
Each day, each moment, there be a story to be told
The All becomes known in each breath of SELF proclaimed
GLORY, GRACE, LIGHT, by the ONE so named.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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