"And all shall be well and.. All manner of thing shall be well..
When the tongues of flame are in-folded..
Into the crowned knot of fire..
And the fire and the rose are one.” ~ T.S. Eliot
The body calling to its soul
A recounting, a recording
Words upon paper
And so delivered
Be the din of despair
The lament of betrayal
The echoing haunts of pain
Hushed they be
By the consuming flames of faith
Burn Burn
The rising light alluringly alchemic
The sense of SELF newly embraced
This the Phoenix of BEING
Glory Glory hails the soul
The deep breath newly NOW
The deep breath newly NOW.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
APOGEE Vibrational Art, Flames of Faith, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2015.
