Marguerite Rocco Orsomarso

East Islip, New York

Marguerite has enjoyed writing children's stories and poetry from her college days. She's a retired teacher (taught in N.Y.C., Long Island, & Connecticut).
She's active in her church, enjoys classical music, opera, visiting art museums, and shopping for antiques.
Published locally and in The National Library of Poetry. She is a member of the Live Poet's Society.
Presently, pursuing the publication of a large collection of poetry entitled Manna in the Desert, dedicated to her two children, her grandchild, and all the world's children. "My goal," states Marguerite, "is to help my fellow man focus on the source of their strength, their needs, their goals - THE SUPREME GOD, "source" of all things!"

For Posterity

Sweet cherubs, children of the earth,
Come blest be - so beautiful in countenance and simple in heart.
No trace of bitterness or deceit can in any of these be found,
But only echoes of laughter and joy in hearts and minds resound, of little ones so lively, and free
And their presence, and blessing the world around!

Play - frolic from early morn till night,
While a father toils, and a mother sings, as she rushes about, with you ever in sight.
Always good and strong and alert be, For God, a special plan has for all of thee -
A plan for posterity!

Measure now - no one can.
What you can give to God and man,
But keep on frolicking in life's garden,
For one day soon a man, a woman you'll surely be,
To solve, perhaps, more than a few of life's mysteries.

Childhood dreams do not forsake,
And plans for a better world do make,
Perhaps, in God's plan, a "light" to a dark world you'll surely be,
To leave an imprint not for a day, a year, but for eternity!

Lord, Get Me Through

Through days' endless toil and long, lonely nights, Lord, get me through,
Through racking pain in body and confusion of mind, Sweet Lord, get me through,
Through lost dreams and futile plans,
Through hostile waters, navigators, pilots and crew,
From unfriendly folk that come into my life, Lord, get me through!

Through countless hurricanes, blizzards, earthquakes and storms,
Lord, let 'em experience you as you get me through.
When life becomes an obstacle course,
And all my efforts and dreams seem lost, Sweet Shepherd, get me through!

Through all that comes my way, no matter what circumstances seem to say,
Turn to God night or day and whisper in His ear, "Lord, get me through!"
And, indeed, be sure - this He will do!

So, my friend, listen to His awesome voice,
And only, to Him, have recourse,
Nothing is in vain when your heart rides that heavenly train,
In each and every circumstance, He'll stand by you and,
His endless love will get you through!

A Grain of Sand

Lord, a small grain of sand am I,
So very, very small, indeed.
Lo, sweet Jesus, hold on ever so tightly to me!

Yes, ever so tightly in your wondrous care.
Do not let the oceans swoop o'er me,
Or, mountains of sand crush me,
But rather cover me, Sweet Savior, when others will trample over me,
Or, without a thought, or a care, brush me aside brutally!

Lift me up from the noise and turmoil,
Mold me, as you will, from sand and soil,
Wash me clean and in the sunlight...
Let me ever sparkle and gleam.
Protect me, sweet Shepherd of my soul,
Allow nothing indeed, of this world to smother or entrap me,
Rather, "free" let me be and open to the wind,
No hand or foot attached me be.
Truly, let me be swept up, by your mighty hand,
To rise "up, up, up" through the air away from this wasteland.
So, patiently, I wait, for only a grain of sand am I,
But with you, in an instant can I fly away above the clouds, and into your waiting arms.