This day, a gift, of light, of breath, of BEING, and too, the Remembrance ...

 

This day, a gift, of light, of breath, of BEING, 

and too, the Remembrance...

New Neighbors, Memorial Day Gathering... heard be the children's laughter, the adults in chatter mode... the interplay of age and time. And I in the embrace of a brilliant sun, trees before me touched by the gentle north winds, with leaves beholden to the light, their rustle in a chorus sweetly divine. YES, skyward be my eyes as I remember, OUR VETERANS, now in their eternal Heavenly Home, and pray that this day blesses anew lives lost in the defense of rights and freedoms held sacred.

Yes, and so Skyward be our Eyes...

A feeling, a thought, and skyward be our eyes

The solace of light within supernal skies

Blessings of ALL we do feel

The touch of GOD ever real

And in this moment as Below as Above

Beheld we be by the embrace of Love

From the light a resounding WORD

The message of GOD, the ALL be heard

Our Sons and Daughters in blessed memories they be

For the valor and sacrifices made to defend land, sky, and sea

Held within our hearts be memories of sweet times shared

We in PRAISE Salute those who are in GOD’s heavenly care

And so this moment, this hour, this day, a blessed salute we give

To those who with sacrifice of life defended the freedoms we live.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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