Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts

Sunday, August 20, 2023

A delightfully spent Sunday in the PRESENCE of Summer...



In the PRESENCE of Summer...


the sun yet radiant in this hour nearing sunset
the air sweetly refreshing
greens yet lush and generously abundant
children's laughter faintly heard from doors away
I, in an interlude, a soulful grace of BEING
a quietude filled with the harmonies of songbirds
leaves of the dogwood glisten outside my window
sweet be the savor of the shimmering reflections
the sun holding to its supernal brilliance
strokes of gold and orange adorn the luminous setting sun
feel I a baptism of beauty
a stillness, a silence, a living peace
golden be this twilight hour
the endowments of BREATH and BEING
this a Sunday in the PRESENCE of Summer.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Haiku in Triune ~ Waters of Divinity



the roar of rapids
the resounding crest of waves
spirit's crescendo.

the babble of brook
the sweet surrender of streams
lakes in quietude.

rain in libation
waters of divinity
blessings of baptism.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Libation, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013,  http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com

Friday, December 9, 2011

Libation


the river flows to the ocean waters
cresting waves resound
quiet waters enfold
so be these tides of time
shores blessed in libation
and I bathed in the baptism of JOY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



It Was Blue and Green, 1960, Oil on canvas, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887–1986,Whitney Museum of American Art, New York.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Swaddled In The Baptism Of Time


Swaddled in the baptism of time
Thought and being
Solitude
Moments of intimacy
With the inner secrets of SELF
Woven threads
Yesterdays the weft
Tomorrows the warp
This cloak of life woven
Textured by the visions of heart
Patterned by the quest of soul
Moments in freedom's embrace
A silent resonant call is heard
Wonder, oneness, echo a repose
A return to innocence
Swaddled in the baptism of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



“I Am Half-Sick of Shadows," Said the Lady of Shalott, 1915, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917.