Her calling, her calling...

Her calling, her calling...

Torrential rains upon roof be they heard

Thunderous calls be this night’s word

Storming skies dark and shadowed they be 

The dawning, and alas, light anew onto thee

What secrets does Mother Earth yet bare

Heed her call for our grace, for our knowing care

Her bounty, our harvest, with sun and rain, blessed be

Her calling, her calling, from mountain tops, sea to sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York