...to the light, and words called ...

As I sat at my table, next to a light filled window, the embracing warmth of the sun was gifted onto me...I looked to the light, and words called to my soul...

there is a TRUTH beyond misgivings
there is a TRUTH beyond hurt and pain
there is a TRUTH beyond doubt and fear
there is a knowing, a PRESENCE Divine
     a petition in prayerful grace, the very call to SELF
         the call to Spirit, to Eternity, to Love, to Faith
              and so we PRAY... be this 
                   our Passion, 
                        our Revelation,   
                             our Ascension, 
                                  our Yielding
                                       to the blessings
                                            to the light of our LORD,
                                                the ANOINTED ONE.

                                                                                AMEN

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Oangetown, New York

With Each Breath New

With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day
the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger
the birth child of ARIES
the silence that resounds
the secrets in revelation
the grace and dominion of intention 

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Firmament, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, https://www.apogeeart.com