At Any Given Moment...

    At any given moment, 

    I ask myself, and what be your WORD ... 

    what be the Wondrous you in appreciation celebrate, 

    what be the Omnipresence that you behold, 

    what be the Revelation that calls onto you, 

    what be the Deliverance you hold in blessings?

    Indeed THE WORD...

                            Wondrous

                                Omnipresence

                                    Revelation

                                        Deliverance

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

KNOW I...

Know I, beyond Fear there is FAITH, beyond Doubt there is DELIVERANCE, beyond Trepidation there is TRUST, beyond Dismay there is DIVINITY...

WE ~ Wondrous Eternal ~ an ever present ALCHEMY...

Ascension

    Love

        Creation

            Harmony

                Exchange

                    Manifestation

                        Yielding ... 

to Presence, to Self, 

    to the call of BEING.

Man in freedom so born is he

Yet shackled he sets himself to be

Oppression dark upon heart yet be lain

The echoes of emotion still held profane

The mind to silence daunting echoes of time past

And free the self from binding chains cast

Memory called to free mind, heart and soul

Alchemy to ring its welcomed toll.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: The Rebis (from the latin res bina, meaning double matter) is the end product of the alchemical "great work." After one has gone through putrefaction and purification, separating opposing qualities, those qualities are united once more in what is sometimes described as the divine hermaphrodite, a reconciliation of spirit and matter, a being of both male and female qualities as indicated by the two heads within a single body. For furter discussion: https://www.thoughtco.com/rebis-from-theoria-philosophiae...

Ancient wisdom, the alchemic quest, 

BEING in its ultimate expression...

this the APOGEE Paradigm™ in present day practice.

Ah... Yes, SPELLS be cast...

words that echo time, quest, visions sweet

where memory and the NOW come to meet

words that beckon kindness and love true

to embrace the knowing spirit that is you

words whose meanings come to be

a dialogue between a you, a me

let us know PEACE as a word that calls to heart

from which our reach to another bears its start

let the spell of PEACE cast a call divine

held within heart, within vision, yours and mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

As the days’s news has come...

As the days’s news has come to unfold

one asks what be the purpose of a flower’s story told

be it that Nature and beauty is to ever prevail

beyond the reported overwhelming travail

we to know that it is Creation’s blessings and grace

to be lovingly held in heart’s place.

… and so the Lily…

sweet be this budding bloom of white

petals delicate in the favor of light

chastity, virtue, purity, be its calling claim

this a Lily, blessed be its given name

a bloom from a bouquet, a gift received

this the bequest of beauty conceived

and with a sweet sigh I to behold

its allure and the ancient tales told

unfolding be its endearing gift of grace

such ambrosial splendor within soul I to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: ...and so the Lily..., CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2020-2021.

The Blessings of a Birth New ~ A Mother's Lullaby ~ Sleep Dear Child

Sleep dear child, this joyous day
Sleep this night, with stars above
Know the light, of God's love
Sleep dear child, you'll find the way
Sleep this night, the day is done
When you wake, you'll greet the sun
Wondrous night, this sky of blue
Brilliant stars, shining new
Rising sun, then night shall be
A new day for our heart's glee
Gone this day, and come the dawn
You will find, a bright new morn.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sleep Dear Child, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 

The Wind and The Willow, Publish America, 2008.

Sculpture, Pietro Canonica, 1869 ~ 1959, Italian,
 Madonna and Child, 1918, Marble.

~ In loving dedication to a cousin new ~

December 30, 2020

Eiley Katherine O'Regan

~

NEW YEAR, 2021

To the NEW YEAR

2021

JOY 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 domains of thought and vision we partake
A mind with purity of purpose, intent and direction
Is itself life's questing passion and perfection
Shaper we are of each yesterday and a tomorrow to come
We with the MAKER, our will as JOY as ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Janus
Roman Republican Janus coin, c. 225-212 B.C.

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.

~ 

DELIVERANCE, I declare

deliverance, a dialogue of the heart

memories and dreams ne'er depart

the blessings of time and loving grace

on journal pages I do place

held in words and sentiments sweet

the yesterday, the today, the tomorrow meet

breath, the first to come in blessed BEING new

the divinity of life gifted onto you

DELIVERANCE, I declare, and know I life's claim

the light, the glory, the joy in God's name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Deliverance, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi