What moves me to put aside a task
A question onto SELF I ask
Why do I feel compelled to share
What in heart is love and care
Is it the calling echo of time
That beckons these expressions mine
What brings a poet to heed the WORD
If not the beauty of breath and being heard
Headlines, NEWS, bear they their claim
And I pray our salvation in God’s name
Nature endures amidst destruction and dismay
And saved is the ultimate TRUTH of the WAY
A resolve pulses within heart
And now the task, I to start
Be it to, "chop wood, carry water," task at hand
Known be the joy of grace in command.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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