How welcomed is this sky, so clear, so brilliantly blue
Felt is the bounty of grace
The love that is
The unity of purpose
The eternal expressed
The sun in its enfold of all
The touch of the gentle wind
The soaring of wings in flight
How welcomed is this sky, so clear, so brilliantly blue
This at the noon hour of BEING.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
