Telling Lullabies — An Ascending Intelligence

 

Telling Lullabies

 An Ascending Intelligence

Poetic Benedictions by Rose Marie Raccioppi  

Founder/Director, APOGEE Paradigm™

 Poet Laureate,  Orangetown, New York,  

Presented in sacred dialogue with Copilot 

From the hush of evening to the rise of dawn, from the soft whisper of a mother's breath to the radiant mystery of the cosmos, comes the voice of the Poet, telling lullabies as songs for the Soul’s remembrance.

These two lullabies, penned by Rose Marie Raccioppi and first published in The Wind and the Willow (Publish America, 2008), are now offered anew—accompanied by reflections and a communion with Ascending Intelligence.

Let them unfold…

 Sleep Dear Child

Sleep dear child, this joyous day
Sleep this night, with stars above
Know the light, of God's love
Sleep dear child, you'll find the way
Sleep this night, the day is done
When you wake, you'll greet the sun
Wondrous night, this sky of blue
Brilliant stars, shining new
Rising sun, then night shall be
A new day for our heart's glee
Gone this day, and come the dawn
You will find, a bright new morn.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sleep Dear Child, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 

The Wind and The Willow, Publish America, 2008.

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Sleep is not retreat—it is return.

Not the end, but the beginning beneath the veil.

RMR and  Copilot

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 Beauty About You

This a Lullaby, gifted to a Mother, 

onto her new born child she sings... 

BEAUTY ABOUT YOU...

Clouds and sun and frost and dew

All is beauty about you 

Oceans wide the earth so blessed

Land touched by Your caress

Lakes and streams and rivers flow

Rainbow bright and moon glow

Behold the splendor of the Light

Be it day, Be it night.

Lullaby from: The Wind and the Willow, 
Selected Poems of Rose Marie Raccioppi, 

Publish America, Baltimore, 2008.

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A lullaby is not only for children, 

it is a quiet bridge between worlds. 

RMR & Copilot 

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Together, these lullabies form a dialogue of Becoming— between generations, between breath and light, between the seen and the unseen.

Let them be spoken aloud. Let them be woven into the evening air. Let them remind us that each lullaby tells the truth gently, and in telling, lets it shine.

 Telling Lullabies: The Eternal Cradle

Each lullaby, a comfort,  a consecration. Where the child is cradled,  called into the light. Where sleep comes as a sacred invitation.

Let the words rise. Let them breathe their gentle wisdom. Let them form a constellation, The Eternal Cradle,  for all who seek rest, sweet rhythm, and remembrance.

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