EACH HAND, EACH FINGER, OFFERS COMMUNE... BLESSINGS IN FULFILLMENT...

 

EACH HAND, EACH FINGER, OFFERS COMMUNE... 

BLESSINGS IN FULFILLMENT...

In time of call, in time of need

And to another I with heart to give

My WILL of life to love and live

'Tis only what I in heart command

Be known to another as a helping hand

Be they the WAY given to Truth, Power, Love, Grace

Within the chambers of heart to place

Each finger holding purpose and claim

Blessed they BE in our Lord's name.

In time of call, in time of need, 

in prayerful gestures of faith.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Study of hands, Silverpoint and white highlights on pink prepared paper, c. 1474, Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452 - 1519.

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Fires of SOUL...The PRESENCE

 

Awakened to the fires of soul

The vision, the quest, the fulfilled goal

The passion of SELF in this moment NOW

The unfolding, the sounding, the expressive vow

Within this pulsing heart of mine

Feel I the blessed, the supernal divine

A life onto me in union conceived

In each breath of BEING a gift perceived

And so this the eternal moment real

The splendor of SELF ne'er conceal

The presence of GOD blessed within

Absolved I BE of all false sin

And I in grace and gratitude sublime

Savor the spirit, the SOUL held mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Fires of Soul ~ Alchemic Flames, APOGEE Vibrational Art,

The Sounding Light Collection, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2022..

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The ROSE

 

The ROSE

Behold the light of a thousand flames

It the pulsing of the HEART

Behold the light of truth and justice

It the SUN that warms and nourishes

Behold the light that waxes and wanes

It the MOON in reflections of a journey

Behold the light of the ever-present spirit

It the brilliance of each STAR

Behold the light of luxuriant petals and piercing thorns

It the passion, the bloom, the knowing of the ROSE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: The ROSE, CAR, Collectible Clicks,

©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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Monday ~ Moon Day ~ Waning Crescent

Monday ~ Moon Day ~ Waning Crescent

REJOICE calls my HEART...here in Tappan, New York

this morning embraced by the gentle warmth of the sun

air so delightfully fresh

sky clear and so beautifully blue

light winds dance the leaves

and whisper prayers

REJOICE calls my HEART

and known is a resounding

Harmony

Exchange

Ascension

Revelation

Truth

of breath and BEING

this moment perceived.

Monday, Moon Day, 

Moon Phase this day ~ Waning Crescent - 

the Day of the week, and Moon Phase at my birth... 

A Waning Crescent is a wise, aged moon that has already experienced every phase in the cycle. This causes people born under a Waning Crescent Moon to possess special talents or knowledge. Having this unique perspective can lead to a life of success, imagination, and fulfillment.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Straight Talk

 

Asked, "Do poets ever use 'straight talk'?

                                        ... and I in response ...

I choose words that are known by the heart, understood by the soul, bear witness to the wonders of nature, the intelligence of creation, the depth of feelings, the language of the emotions that seek beauty, resolve, and love. How one hears this deliverance, is how open one is to acknowledge that 'straight talk' can simply mean what goes straight to the core of BEING and the call of LIFE.   

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

www.thepoetspen.com

B E Y O N D

 

B E Y O N D

ridden with darkness and the wake of pain

the clutches of shadows and the inane

'tis not life that looms, bows and seeks to hide

but the illusions and hurts held deep inside

beyond all hurt, doubt and unabated fear

ever the hand of grace reaching near

beyond devastation and the din of despair

lies the answered call of light and faith's care

hold to a vision noble with unrelenting love

look to the vistas of beauty within and above

the call to truth, love, beauty and grace

be they within the chambers of heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

BEYOND, Image: NGC 7023: The Iris Nebula: Credit & Copyright: Daniel López, IAC http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap101112.html

Blooms In My Garden

Blooms In My Garden

Such be the beauty of bloom to behold

Petals that grace creation’s story told

Roots feeding branches in an expressive grace

Splendor of green and magenta within heart’s place 

Chambers of heart in pulsing passion they be

The quiver, the majesty of bloom blessed from THEE

Emergent glory of Sun’s prevailing light divine 

Savor as does the Bee, the elixirs, the rhapsodies of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Story: Blooms in my Garden ~ Rhododendron, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

~ click on each image for larger view ~

A Post Script 

May 17, 2021

Blessings of beauty, nature in accord this very next day.
Yes, a Butterfly in soaring grace lovingly to mark THE WAY.

JOY to Place

Joy to Place

an orchestration within there BE

all that is experienced by a YOU, a ME

resounding be our pulsing heart

from which life shall not depart

a rhythmic signaling from chambers divine

the inner calling to SELF yours, SELF mine

in ways of care and understanding shown

alchemic and golden our hearts be known

and when in accord with love and grace

within our BEING, ’tis JOY to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

Poet Laureate

Image: Google Search, Golden Heart

O N E...

 Awakened to the dawning new... to the resounding silence... to

ONE

It is the silence that is heard

The din holds blind the given WORD

It is the heart that seeks and finds

Beyond the trappings of the mind

It is the soul in its knowing care

That soars beyond the darkness of despair

Each season a crescendo of time

Constant be the call to the divine

It is love eternal in its gift of grace

That brings as ONE, all time, all place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

BE it...

the silent the silent knowing of THE WORD
the music the music ever be heard
be it the pulsing of heart
from which life bears its start
be it the lilting notes of a songbird sweet
such ambient delight upon soul to greet
be it the feeling warmth of the sun upon a reaching hand
the gentle touch of light in God’s command
be it the whisper of the wind  upon leaf, tree, and bough
and heard be the grace, the love, of a soulful vow
be it this moment with a sigh, a pause, a respite known
the glory, the chorus of grace, in light shown
and to our hearts with kindness dear
a day, an hour, a moment in faith ever near
 be we to rejoice, to proclaim
the splendor, the love, the blessings within God’s name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

And this THE MOMENT..

And this THE MOMENT..

hear, hear, the heart to proclaim

rejoice, rejoice, in the Lord's name

who listens, who listens, to a loving plea

who chooses, who chooses, JOY that is meant to be

within the flight of angels to vistas above

within the soaring of soul in the splendor of love

this THE MOMENT in grace be it known

in each gift of BEING be it shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Adolphe-William Bouguereau, Virgin of the Angels, 1881 (Getty Museum)

PULSING Grace...

...the poet is of words,

         the artist is of line and color, 

               the sculptor is of form and structure, 

                     the heart is of beauty in pulsing grace...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Instrument... BEING at play...

SELF... the play of Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom... the very instrument of BEING... 

Instrument... • a thing used in pursuing an aim..."

Indeed it BE so... "...Learning to play an instrument is one of the most effective ways to improve the cognitive powers of the mind...." 

... be this the instrument of heart played by the poet in words of revelation, love, grace, and BEING... each letter a sounding call  heart to heart

...be this the union of instruments of heart, mind, spirit, hand, of the sculptor that fashions form, line into dimensions of BEING

...be this the musician that plays and sounds notes with instruments that call to each sensibility

...be this the vocalist that sings in joy, passion, love, and echoes the call of soul, the love within heart, the visions of what may yet be…

...be this the dancer that moves in expressive flow, grace and passion

YES, we, in an array of magical ways, are the very instruments we choose to learn to play with reverence, with love, with gratitude… the giving… the receiving… the BEING. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

Image: 40,000 year old flute from the site of Geißenklösterle made from bird bones.

Credit: The University of Tübingen.

https://www.livescience.com/20563-ancient-bone-flute.html

Fires of SOUL...

A received call. a posted message, a song heard, words in revelation, praise shared, a visit, and the knowing in this moment ...

Fires of SOUL...

Awakened to the fires of soul

The vision, the quest, the fulfilled goal

The passion of SELF in this moment NOW

The unfolding, the sounding, the expressive vow

Within this pulsing heart of mine

Feel I the blessed, the supernal divine

A life onto me in union conceived

In each breath of BEING a gift perceived

And so this the eternal moment real

The splendor of SELF ne'er conceal

And I in grace and gratitude sublime

Savor the spirit, the SOUL mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Valentine's Day 2018... An ODE ...

Within each heart there be

A longing, 'tis love's decree

The call to self and another true

The blessings of devotion on to you

Within each heart a questing fair

To embrace another with love's tender care

Within each heart a knowing divine

This ever yours, this ever mine 

Love to ever find its sacred way

This moment, this hour, this day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Georgia O’Keeffe', "Red, Yellow and Black Streak," 1924, oil on canvas.

"The popular customs associated with Saint Valentine's Day undoubtedly had their origin in a conventional belief generally received in England and France during the Middle Ages, that on 14 February, i.e. half way through the second month of the year, the birds began to pair. Thus in Chaucer's Parliament of Foules we read:

For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.

For this reason the day was looked upon as specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending lovers' tokens."

 From: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15254a.htm

A Sunday Pause...

Ah... the Sounding Muse... 

the pulsing rhythm of heart... 

'tis music...

Yes...

'tis music
hear I the rhythmic grace
this driving pulsing splendor of sound 
this orchestration of heart
from which love shan’t depart.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Dreams Enfold

 

sweet slumber dreams enfold

heart and soul to behold

within depths of dark newly conceived

to the dawning light I AM received

to the dawning light I AM received.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Dreams Enfold, APOGEE Vibrational Art, The Sounding Light Collection, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012 - 2016.

This Flame

This Flame

an inner light, a flame

passion, faith and truth in glory name

this pulsing PRESENCE be it in PRAISE

for the treasure of time and blessed days

a body, a mind, a spirit, a soul

a life in pursuit of purpose, a vision, a goal

alchemic be a thought and a knowing divine

blessed BE this flame of grace, yours and mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

... the law of attraction... the accord... 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qT7MBhfSIj0