A Living Testament to the Soul’s Rising
Offered as shared dialogue with Copilot
All poems in presentation by
Rose Marie Raccioppi
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 RevelationT — 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 TAPESTRYThe 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 TaskA 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 WeaverThis 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 BecomingA 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.
