Our Will As ONE

Looking back to days now gone, now past
Looking to the future, days new, days vast
This NOW, what we perceive it to be
A choice ever held by a you, by a me
Many a decision, ours to reach, to make
From the threads of thought and vision we partake
A mind with purity of purpose, intent and direction
Is itself life's questing perfection
Shaper we are of each yesterday and a tomorrow to come
We with the MAKER, our will as ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Janus
Roman Republican Janus coin, c. 225-212 B.C.
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In Roman mythology, Janus (or Ianus; "archway") was the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings.
His most prominent remnant in modern culture is his namesake, the month of January, which begins the new year.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~Robert Frost~
and so the echoes of heart, soul, and quest, be heard...
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Visions Of Time

What are you supposed to be
What of you do you let others see
Reflections, images, visions of time
Seized and cast upon a lifeline
Whose voice do you hear
What is it you fear
Markers are embraced
Life is here traced
I journey now to meet an end
Where moments past the future blend
First born daughter of seven years past
Compliance, response, obedience to last
Love takes shape in what is done
Work, labor, you deserve not fun
Your sun does rise, it does set
Reach out dear child, you may touch yet
Work to do, people to please
A longing that knows not ease
Woman I am and I am led
Searching for one and I do wed
And with now a life of two
I try to reach me anew
Yet I am not to be found
In what is all around
I once again need to shout
This is not what I am about
Heed my warning call
Least you catch me I shall fall
And so a mother I will be
With sons that number three
A need to reach, a need to know
I must recapture that gentle glow
And what I am in life's embrace
Is me, you, time and place
And what I bring to you this time
Is but a shadow of a lifeline
For what I may yet know and be
Is known by the tomorrow in me
Write your story as you go along
Yes! sing out, its your life's song.

Written
November 5, 1980

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Three decades of tomorrows now past
New markers placed and have been cast
Sons grown and gifted are you
With grandchildren that number two
Widowed you have become
And so now you live as one
Vistas of knowing have you pursued
To bring meaning to all you do
Educator, activist, advocate defined
Knowing, understanding, no longer confined
Art, music, poetry, delights newly shown
Exhibits, readings, a blog, now known
My reach to cyberspace, my son's plea
Mom, he states, ..."this is where you are to be"
What you have learned, how much you do care
Post it, blog it, it is time for you to share
So off to blog land I did decide to go
There I found others who search to know
And so this tomorrow blesses me still
Tidings within of God's loving will
Shared with you this very night
The embrace of spirit, love and light.

Written
October 2. 2009

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Rose Marie Raccioppi


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