Heed the Hour

What allows us to endure such pain
How do we survive the bonds of the inane
What absence of what we were and are
Leads us astray and from faith afar
Blinders cast upon our heart and soul
Distant we become from our purpose and goal
Heed the hour present to amend
With the dawning from dark shall we ascend.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Beata Beatrix, 1872, Oil on canvas, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882, Tate Gallery, London, UK