Genesis ... deliverance onto thee…

Genesis ... deliverance onto thee...

Words of this day and an expressed pressing need

Thoughts within consciousness planted, as too, a seed

Is it dismay and expression of dread that I am to hear

Within I declare a knowing Faith, beyond the told and untold fear

Sense I do an awakening to Spirit be sought

And to this, a word of understanding to heart be brought

Listen I, and in a telling, a harvest from Creation's grace

Within each challenge be a lesson in life's book of time to place

And so the sense of pain, loss and fear of the calling moment now

Eased by the Spirit reaping the harvest of Faith's loving vow

Genesis, the rising light in blessings BE

Vistas of deliverance unto THEE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: 

Genesis, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi

This day, beyond the deluge is the lambent blue of the sky, the warmth of the sun, the song birds song, the quiver of grass new, the gentle budding of spring flowers, the emergent green of leaves upon branch, nature offers its ever present gifts of beauty and grace... Let us in FAITH hold this in heart. Let us take care in reverent regard. Let us hold sacred breath and life... rise, rise shall we above this deluge, rise, rise shall we above this deluge.

J O U R N E Y

At this evening hour... An account, a story read of another’s life that ended all too soon… The story presents the person's own questioning of his life so young, so wanting, to be facing an imminent death due to the ravages of cancer...he, himself a neurosurgeon in residency, questioned what was life itself, its purpose, its pain, its vision, its faith... and so in reflection...

JOURNEY

BE there the impasse 


the intersection 


of words


of biology 


of physics


of philosophy


of behavior


of aspiration 


in an ever present questing journey…

BE I the questions, the exploration, the journey of mind

BE I the daughter, the wife, the mother, the journey of role

BE I the teacher, the therapist, the journey of service

BE I the activist, the advocate, the journey of vision

BE I the poet, the artist, the journey of expression

BE I SELF known, the journey of liberation

BE I AM known, the journey of TRUTH.

BE there the impasse

the intersection

of words

of biology

of physics

of philosophy

of behavior

of aspiration

in an ever present questing journey…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

M I T I G A T E ...

And when a therapist is an artist, and also a poet...

healing, and the artistry of the WORD 
call to heart...

M I T I G A T E… mitigate (mitəˌgāt)

verb

•make less severe, serious, or painful
• lessen the gravity of (an offense or mistake)

ORIGIN late Middle English: from Latin mitigat- ‘softened, alleviated,’ from the verb mitigare, from mitis ‘mild.’

And what is called upon? What sounding does this word MITIGATE define? I listened to the student. Pain was real. The desire for change was real. How to mitigate was the question. How is one to ease the feelings brought about by trauma? I looked to each letter of the word for its revealed message. And behold, to MITIGATE … to live beyond the lies of oppression, to awaken to one’s own destiny free of the limiting judgment of others… to BE the comfort of SELF… to know anew...

the Majesty

the I AM

the Truth

the Inspiration

the Glory

the Ascension

the Treasures

the Eternal … within each Breath of BEING…

                             

… knowing how to receive, how to let go, how to give onto SELF.

Each word in revelation brought forward experiences, emotions, realizations. At the close of the session, the affirming power of the word, and its defined calling to the listening soul, brought to heart a release, a liberation, a newly embraced ease, and an awakened vision of change.

YES, behold the power of the WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

9/11 - A Remembrance

On this day of September 11, 2010,
I am flying the American Flag in remembrance of 9/11.
Together let us pause to remember the victims,
to grieve with the families and friends of those who died,
and to honor the heroes of that day,
and each day since who have sacrificed to save lives,
protect our freedoms and hold to the promise of our country.

With prayer and blessings.


Where Does The Pain Go

Where does the pain go
When no longer can you take hold
When the fires devour hope
When the moment claims life

Where does the pain go
When man annihilates man
When terror rules reason and heart
When the unspeakable defies God’s name

Where does the pain go
When the innocence is lost
When suspicion and fear hover
When trust is betrayed

Where does the pain go
When a life is saved
When love holds a memory
When grace touches the tearful heart

Where does the pain go
When spirit and soul awaken faith
When destiny abides in God’s light
When the silence offers guidance

Where does the pain go
When determination and resolve assemble
When purpose and plan are set forth
When in the name of God, life, beauty and love are called.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Vocal by Marci Elyn Schein
Music by Michael V. Ficocelli
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What Is In The Mirror

What is in the mirror now before me
What is it that others do see
Is the sadness in my soul veiled by a smile
Is the longing in my heart known all the while
Is it the truth of all my years
Is it the telling of time and shed tears
Is it the pain and loss that is shown
Oh, let it be the glory, the splendor, of a love once known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


The Mirror, Oil on Canvas, Thomas Francis Dicksee, British, 1819-1895.


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Albrecht Duer’s Melencolia

What confusion, deception, melancholy hovers in heart
From what innocence and faith do you depart
Symbols of knowing in great abound
What is yet to understand, what is yet to be found
Calipers, scales, hourglass, numbers, tools of many a kind
To measure space, time, be they symboled prompts of mind
Functions, forms, objects, tools at hand
What is yet to be within Spirit’s command
Crowned in laurel, wings at rest
Wherein lies the unanswered quest
What deliberation, question or pending plea
What hankering of heart for such melancholy
Mournful feelings known in moments of perceived pain
It is the wretched feeling when shadowed by the inane
Wings alight, mind in knowing pursuit, soul in Spirit’s array
And quelled be the melancholy that darkened the day
With calm resolve, heed I inspiration’s call divine
And newly decreed be joy, the knowing and doing sublime.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Melencolia I, 1514, Engraving, Albrecht Dürer, German, 1471–1528.

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