Showing posts with label salvation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label salvation. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Moment by moment by moment...

 


A week of telephone calls… a week of messages… I listen, I hear, I reflect, I respond. I am told in tones of despair, in echoes of lament...  

moment by moment by moment … 

        the drawer is stuck
        the door is jammed
        the key does not fit
        the code is wrong
        the flow is blocked

what be this...

            a frustration
            a perceived impasse
            a consciousness
            a sense of helplessness
            a sigh
            a pause 
            a confront
            a determination
            a vision 
            an accord
            an awakening
            a doing
            a knowing
            a having
            a BEING
            a stream of consciousness
            an alignment 
            a resolve
            breath simply newly free
            and so…
            the balance
            the revelation
            the exchange 
            the ascension 
            the truth
            the harmony
            the receiving… the letting go… the giving 

a release, a deep realization, a transcendence, a perception newly conceived... I am told in tones of deliverance, in echoes of salvation, in truths held.


Rose Marie Raccioppi, MS FABI
Consultation 
APOGEE Paradigm™
Poet Laureate
Quest onto SELF

Work of Art: 
Profile of Time, 1977-1984, Salvador DalĂ­


Wednesday, October 21, 2020

A TASK



What moves me to put aside a task
A question onto SELF I ask
Why do I feel compelled to share
What in heart is love and care
Is it the calling echo of time
That beckons these expressions mine
What brings a poet to heed the WORD
If not the beauty of breath and being heard
Headlines, NEWS, bear they their claim
And I pray our salvation in God’s name 
Nature endures amidst destruction and dismay
And saved is the ultimate TRUTH of the WAY
A resolve pulses within heart
  And now the task, I to start
Be it to, "chop wood, carry water," task at hand
Known be the joy of grace in command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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