Hush the taunts and echoes of voices dark
Move beyond each defined limiting mark
Quell the daunting cries and laments of days long past
You the Creator of a destiny now in beauty cast
A summoning cry, an embracing call, a petition of heart
Line and form your behest of grace shall not depart
The light of soul, of stars, of the moon and the sun
Be they known ever within you as ONE
Embrace the call of hand, pencil, upon surfaces pristine and new
Respect the beckoning call of creation that pulses within you
Touch, mold the clay with hands, fingers that are in God's grace
Heed to the beauty, the truth, that calls from within Soul's place
Supernal be your divinity and gift of creation sacred and wise
Your BEING dauntless and knowing beyond deception and lies
The MUSE has come
Thy will as ONE.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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