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Words I hear that fail me Are like fruit long dried Plucked from the tree. Clearly hope does not rise- Passed the shore, Over mountains, From tales of yore. But rather given- From a dove, Within my heart, From glorious love. Rick Stassi emanatingjoy(c) 2023
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These times shall occur, Oft wanted so, A loving touch A celestial glow. Eyes that look Deep into despair, To carry the burden, My heart cannot bear. Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022
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What if when God created Adam He created all people as one. Adam is woman, He is Man, He is all races, All identities, All preferences. He is all pronouns and All people that ever would walk This world. Can you imagine this Perspective? (c) 2022 Rick Stassi
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I can’t explain, These times uncared-for With heart toward God Still not yet bared. I know from where, Descends a dove. To hasten me back, To my first love. Rick Stassi 2022
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Do I really float upon whimsical seas? Rudderless, hopeless, in random breeze. Or does hope arrive on descended dove. To lead, to nurture, with perfect love. (C) 2021 Rick Stassi
personal pathways in Poetry
Rick Stassi Poetry 