Beyond My Will

...libation sweet...

Beyond My Will

The moon shall wax and wane and so shall rise the sun
Beyond my will it shall be done
Beyond my will Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall
Trees in constant change, new, growing, majestic, towering tall
Beyond my will waves shall crest, the tides shall ebb and flow
From many directions winds to ever blow
Beyond my will these gifts of nature be mine
And I in the embrace of gratitude divine
And with thy will all be in soul known
Love of the Creator, heart's willful quest ever shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Libation, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Markers ~ Winter Melody

..time...place... the north wind blows...

Markers

Seasons, moons, measures of time
Markers to define moments mine
The snow a gossamer veil and blanket to be
Quiet is its touch gentle upon me
A calling silence I hear with each step I take
As I look behind 'tis my path in snow I make
Rippling waves of wind, untempered, untamed
From a direction it is so named
Wild and possessing winds that enfold
The story of the North Wind here told
Seasons, moons, measures of time
Markers to define moments mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

Markers ~ Winter Melody, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Smetana: "The Moldau"

Listen with me..."The Moldau"

threads of sound woven with light and love

the sounding of the seas and the heavens above

hear I the vision within heart

from which change, beauty and truth have their start

tender and with strength of soul

a knowing quest, an inspired goal

all seasons and vistas of grace

"The Moldau," within my BEING I place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Smetana still looking out on his Czech lands. (Wikimedia Commons)

Bedřich Smetana (Czech pronunciation: [ˈbɛdr̝ɪx ˈsmɛtana]; 2 March 1824 – 12 May 1884) was a Czech composer who pioneered the development of a musical style which became closely identified with his country's aspirations to independent statehood. He is thus widely regarded in his homeland as the father of Czech music. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedřich_Smetana

...listen along with me... When In Faith

"I Believe"

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows,
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows,
I believe for everyone who goes astray,
Someone will come to show the way,
I believe, I believe.

I believe above the storm a smallest prayer
Will still be heard,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere
Hears every word,
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky,
Then I know why,
I believe.

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry,
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky,
Then I know why,
I believe.

When In Faith

I listened and what did I hear
but the calling beyond the fear
I listened and what did I hear
but the laughter beyond the tear
her song she did now sing
it was grace that she did bring
when deeply I listened there was heard
the glory the grace of THE WORD
and such joy she did bring
when in faith she did sing
her voice now was filled with love
all was touched by the heavens above
her laughter was gentle so very real
for her blessings she did not conceal
and such joy she did bring
when in faith she did sing.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

From Wikipedia:
"I Believe" is the name of a popular song written by Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl and Al Stillman in 1953.

"I Believe" was commissioned and introduced by Jane Froman on her television show, and became the first hit song ever introduced on TV. Froman, troubled by the uprising of the Korean War in 1952 so soon after World War II, asked Drake, Graham, Shirl and Stillman to compose a song that would offer hope and faith to the populace. In addition to Froman, "I Believe" has been recorded by many others, and has become both a popular and religious standard.

.. and so by Tom Jones... https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Sv3A_ABxZLQ

Empty Chairs and Empty Tables

I listened and heard  a timeless call resounding...

Empty Chairs and Empty Tables

empty chairs and empty tables no longer shall it be

for the voices of freedom call from sea to sea

valor and vision hold to heart to soul

freed from oppression a willingly paid toll

a promise not fulfilled will yet stand

and TRUTH be held in full command

the dream yet dreamed shall unfold

another story be it now told

empty chairs and empty tables no longer shall it be

for the voices of freedom call from sea to sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

The Artist ~ In Dedication to my Son...

a purpose defined
aligned be the heart the mind
intent and action and so a plan
do what one must what one can
with valor and bold focus to reveal
what is illusion what is real
and so entered is the arena of life
to hearken to truth and beauty beyond strife
to hold to purpose and soul's vision clear
to breathe creation's breath banished of fear
to capture structure, line and grace
and upon paper, canvas, clay, expression to place
to bring the gift of heart and hand
to God's ever loving command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Pygmalion and Galatea, 1890, Oil on Canvas, Jean-Léon Gérôme, French, Vésoul 1824–1904 Paris. 

"Late in his career, Gérôme turned to the medium of sculpture. Between 1890 and 1893, he executed both sculpted and painted variations on the theme of Pygmalion and Galatea, as the tale is recounted in Ovid's "Metamorphoses." All of those works depict the moment when the sculpture of Galatea was brought to life by the goddess Venus, in fulfillment of Pygmalion's wish for a wife as beautiful as the sculpture he created. " Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York, USA.

Winter's Wolf Moon

winter's grace carried by chilling winds

through barren branches wind's melody is heard
chimes in choral accord sing sweetly
wolf moon cloaked in light
sounding sounding be the night.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Wolf Moon, Photo, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.