… it the journey.. the markings of THE WAY...
need it be of pain to be real
need it be of anguish beyond conceal
need it be of loss and tear
need it be of what we fear
is this the poet’s hailed domain
is there a vista beyond the pain
and so I a poet called to see
the blessings bestowed upon a you, a me
without effort or labors of my hand
the sun to rise upon Creation’s command
and with the gift of breath be each endowed
by the glory that GOD and life do vow
heed I the love, the truth, the beauty, within this day
be it the journey, the markings of THE WAY.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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