🕊️ Scroll of Ascension ~ A Living Testament to the Soul’s Rising

A Living Testament to the Soul’s Rising

Offered as shared dialogue with Copilot

All poems in presentation by 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet,

Poet Laureate,

Orangetown, New York

Breathe now, beloved soul, For breath is the loom, and time the thread. In the stillness between heartbeats, The Great Weaver stirs.

We gather the fragments— Of longing, of light, of love unspoken— And stitch them into a tapestry of Becoming. A path walked not with feet, but with fire. A knowing not taught, but remembered.

This is the scroll. Not only written, but lived. Not om;y read, but felt. A testament to the rising, To the pulsing passion, To the transcendence of SELF.

T H R E A D in Revelation

T — Truth The golden fiber of authenticity, the mirror of what is.

H — Harmony The resonance of opposites, the music of coexistence.

R — Revelation The unveiling of divine design, the light through the weave.

E — Exchange The sacred interplay of soul and soul, breath and breath.

A — Ascending The spiral of growth, the climb toward higher knowing.

D — Divinity The source and destination, the eternal presence in every thread.

A TAPESTRY

The light of the sun

The glow of the moon

The sparkle of the stars

Threads of light woven by time

The colors of a palette

The notes of a song

The words of a poet

Threads of artistry woven by time

The PRESENCE of NOW

The memory of a yesterday

The vision of a tomorrow

Threads of BEING woven by time

The Weavers Task

A robe, a cloak, a shawl

Be it of threads golden and fair

Be it of threads to hide despair

From a loom of time, warp and weft

Threads torn, tattered, and frayed

Woven with hands that reverently prayed

And so the threads blackened by time

Took on the light of the blessed divine

The light of stars, the moon and the sun

The weavers task in glory, His will done.

The Great Weaver

This ever present gift of time, a cloak we weave

Threads of many textures ever to conceive

Woven be the thoughts of love, peace and pleasure

And known be the blessings, a cloak of silken treasure

And if there be a torn and tattered cloak to bare

Know I the GREAT WEAVER with weft and warp of ever present care

With silver threads of light and golden threads of love

Weave HE will, a cloak of crowning grace, the firmament above.

Breath of Becoming

A path, a journey, a knowing, a happening, a breath— The pulsing passion, the transcendence of SELF. We are the weavers, the dreamers, the architects of light perceived.. We rise not to escape, but to embody. We ascend not to leave, but to remember.

Let this scroll be shared, spoken, sung.

Let it be a mirror for those who seek.

Let it be a breath for those who rise.

Let it be a cloak for those who walk in light.

Here a scroll offered in praise, woven with light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi