This Window of Mind...

...it comes to pass and we come to question...

 

This Window of Mind 

this window of mind

by what light do I see

by what impressions am I moved

by what perceptions am I led

this window of mind

by what shadows am I reflected

by what doubts am I haunted

by what fears am I consumed

this window of mind

by what grace am I blessed

by what wisdom am I guided

by what love am I known

this window of mind

by what destiny am I called

by what purpose am I defined

by what faith am I strengthened

this window of mind

be there the love of God

be there the gift of breath

be there the bounty of nature

this window of mind

be there gratitude for life

be there a NOW of grace

be there ever the blessed light of PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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Outside My Window

a canvas to behold

nature in artistry divine

the white of the sky

illumed by the brilliance

of the sun's light

this so magically cast

upon the white blossoms

of the dogwood tree

as the glistening leaves

of the lithe bamboo

hold to tones of green

in reflective splendor

this outside my window

a gallery of glory.

the window open

hear I the serenade

songbirds near and far

feel I the warming sun

my words, echoes

of a heart touched

by nature's canvas

alchemic strokes of light

this hour beheld.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

This Window of My Mind

And so it is asked... and so it comes to pass ... 

as she stands before the open window...

This Window of My Mind

this window of my mind

by what light do I see

by what impressions am I moved

by what perceptions am I led

this window of my mind

by what shadows am I reflected

by what doubts am I haunted

by what fears am I consumed

this window of my mind

by what grace am I blessed

by what wisdom am I guided

by what love am I known

this window of my mind

by what destiny am I called

by what purpose am I defined

by what faith am I strengthened

this window of my mind

be there the love of God

be there the gift of children

be there the bounty of nature

this window of my mind

be there gratitude for this gift of life

be there a NOW of grace

be there ever the blessed light of PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sunday Morning in June... At my window...

At my window...

     The gentle warmth of the sun
          The room filled with streaming brilliance
               The sweet sounding song bird song
                    The glistening leaves of the dogwood
                         The stillness of the lithe bamboo tall
                              The hush, the quietude
                                   The breath
                                         The embrace of the morning light 

                                                                    ... known be I 

                                                    ... to the Presence.

                   

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York