“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you...” (2 Timothy 1:6, NIV) ~ Fibers of Soul Aflame

Fibers of Soul Aflame

The cloak of mortal clothing shed
Bared be the illusions and fear
Tattered threads of despair and desolation
Woven on a loom of derisive deception
No, this not the warp and weft of my destined life
This not the calling of spirit that beckons to me
The Great Weaver has given threads of silver
The moon and the stars, a vision clear
The Great Weaver has given threads of gold
The Sun and an alchemy for life to behold
The warp now declared in light, love and truth
The weft the ever present unfolding of gifts divine
The cloak of mortal clothing shed
Fibers of soul aflame
The Great Weaver heeds your destined claim

Your destined

Your destined

Claim.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Written for an artist



Drapery study with pen and ink, The Erythraean Sibyl 1508-1509, Cappella Sistina Vatican, Michelangelo Buonarroti 1475-1564.