BE it...

the silent the silent knowing of THE WORD
the music the music ever be heard
be it the pulsing of heart
from which life bears its start
be it the lilting notes of a songbird sweet
such ambient delight upon soul to greet
be it the feeling warmth of the sun upon a reaching hand
the gentle touch of light in God’s command
be it the whisper of the wind  upon leaf, tree, and bough
and heard be the grace, the love, of a soulful vow
be it this moment with a sigh, a pause, a respite known
the glory, the chorus of grace, in light shown
and to our hearts with kindness dear
a day, an hour, a moment in faith ever near
 be we to rejoice, to proclaim
the splendor, the love, the blessings within God’s name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York