Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thanksgiving Unto You...



Thanksgiving Unto You...

held yet ever so free
this feeling of gratitude grant I unto thee
within this heart and mind of mine
the graces of life, spirit and time
the past and present visions greet
people, places and memories sweet
abundance and bounty, the harvest be known
the gift of labors, the seeds be sown
seedlings and bloom, our blessings received
within all be the Creator conceived
breath and BEING in celebration anew         
this a Thanksgiving unto you.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 



The Veteran in a New Field, 1865, oil on canvas, Winslow Homer, 1836–1910.

Painted through the summer and fall of 1865, not long after the nation came to grips with Robert E. Lee's surrender and mourned President Lincoln's assassination—both of which occurred during the second week of April—Homer's canvas shows an emblematic farmer who is a Union veteran, as is signified by his discarded jacket and canteen at the lower right. The painting seems to blend several related narratives. Most soldiers had been farmers before the Civil War. This man, who has returned to his field, holds an old-fashioned scythe that evokes the Grim Reaper, recalls the war's harvest of death, and expresses grief upon Lincoln's murder. The redemptive feature is the bountiful wheat—a Northern crop—which could connote the Union's victory. With its dual references to death and life, Homer's iconic composition offers a powerful meditation on America's sacrifices and its potential for recovery.

Metropolitan Museum of Art

~
Lincoln's Signed Proclamation for Thanksgiving
A Proclamation


The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consiousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

William H. Seward,
Secretary of State

...blessings be ever known... Happy Thanksgiving...



Thanksgiving ~ Blessed We Are

Blessed we are
For the passion and allurement of love
For the delicate innocence of each new born
For the wonder of each child’s way
For the meaning we live this day

Blessed we are
For the understanding we seek
For the compassion we feel
For each sunrise we behold
For each story told

Blessed we are
For the striving and the path
For the strength to meet opposition
For the knowing within the Word
For the listening beyond all heard

Blessed we are
For the bounty
For the harvest we gather
For the restful reflection
For nature's perfection.

Blessed we are
For the tender touch that comforts
For the embrace that secures
For the determination to be
This moment blessed and free.

A Most Happy Thanksgiving to All
2012

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Rest at Harvest, Oil on canvas, 1865, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1825-1905.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

In Delightful Preparation... Baskets Brimming



Baskets brimming now sit before you 
Cranberries of such brilliant red hue
Wash and sort and place in a deep pot
Add orange juice, a bit of water, not a lot
Cook slowly and for that added touch
Maple syrup for sweetness, not too much
Cinnamon a sprinkle or two or three
Such sumptuous savor does surely please me
Thick and chunky a most delicious preparation 
Cranberry sauce, a yesterday, a now, in celebration.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Cranberries, Photo, Dayna McIsaac.



Saturday, November 17, 2012

Awakened


day's awakening
eternal sunrise of soul
rejoice in glory.


gone the echoes and laments of days past
anew BE this mind, this heart, within soul cast
a child of the universe and Creation's grace
ever evolving within the depths of soul's place
confront and resolve be the calling command
within this faith held is libation's hand
nature's knowing and guidance true
life in new splendor brought on to you
shackled no more for I am free as the wind
silent no more for I am the thunderous storm
despairing no more for I am the dawning day
thirsty no more for I am lakes and rivers clear
lost no more for I am each guiding star
confined no more for I am vistas wide and far
hungry no more for I am bounty and harvest divine
this the awakened faith mine
the awakened
the awakened
the awakened faith mine. 


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Awakened, Photo, PFR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Alchemic Interlude



...'tis night... haiku reflections...

earth's celestial light
roots behold alchemic grace
such divine accord.



The Crowing Light, the ALPHA ~ 
the initiation ~ the beginning ~ Spirit's Call.  
The Manifestation, the OMEGA ~ 
the end, Eternal Life.
The Heavens ~ The Earth

 I am the Alpha and the Omega, 
the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. 
Revelation 22:13


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Alchemic Interlude, Image, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Friday, November 9, 2012

...food for thought...ah sweet is the savor... A Bit of Mama's Pride



The apple rests in the palm of my hand
Here I hold the bounty of God's command
Quartered, peeled and cut in preparation
Applesauce to be the transformation
Maple syrup for that hearty sweet touch
Cinnamon stick, lemon juice not too much
Plumb raisins for added texture and flavor
Cook and stir, oh such aroma to savor
Applesauce made with love and set aside
Jars to hold delight and a bit of Mama's pride.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Still Life with Apples and a Pot of Primroses, Oil on Canvas, 1890, Paul Cezanne, 1839-1906.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

...and so it is a storm anew in Tappan, New York Tenderness and Temper


Tenderness and Temper

A gossamer veil of wind, snow and light
Settled and cloaked in crystal strokes of white
So delicate be these touches upon fallen branches and bough
Beauty shall we behold be the storm's silent vow
Fury and calm be the mood of Nature at hand
Ask  I what forces be there presently in command
Listen I to the night winds of November's storming path
Hear I that a new dawning awaits beyond the wind's wrath
Cold be the night as gusting winds from the north do blow
Pristine be the falling and wind swept snow
Tenderness and temper be this night's domain
Nature's province in storming splendor holds its special claim.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Tappan, New York

Photo, CAR, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, Collectible Clicks, 2012.