A treatise on the world

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How desperate these times
of angst and anger.
Of self-promotion
and egocentric reason.
I believe in God.
The one absolute,
and single point
of overarching redemption.
I believe the continual
creep of relativistic thought
and truth dilution
cannot dissolve
this absolute.
I believe in love
from a single point origin
where there are no conditions
and selfless focus holds sway.
I believe judgment is veiled with
a self-serving love –
a deception which is steeped
in the minds
of an unreasonable and
uncaring world.


Rick Stassi copyright 2021

Prayer for Humility

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Struggling to give up
The predominance of self-centeredness.
The instinct for self-preservation,
Is surpassed by the need to look outward
In empathetic realization
That we as a whole are better
When we consider God,
And others,
Before ourselves.



Rick Stassi
Copyright 2021

Confidence

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Van Gogh

Poised in moonlight,

confident of the coming dawn.

The sun rolls ever westward

followed by sorrowful souls

crying in the despair of the postmodern

world peering over the horizon

with a hope of renewal.

Ultimate untethered freedom

is not freedom at all

but rather rules abounding with

near impossible obedience.

Lament those who cannot see

the dilution of one truth –

the moral decay

and sweat of many

gods vying for dominance.

Behold there is

an unwavering absolute.

He is alive and smiles

at His children who

pass on the toils of the flesh

to fall on their knees

and pray to the God

who is Absolute

and the cornerstone of

all morality through His Spirit

to souls seeking and persevering

in One Love.

(c) 2020 Rick Stassi

your season

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Renoir

The dried grasses of late summer

are bending and sprawling

from dew borne on

the cooler night of a changing season.

Slumber is rejuvenation and dreams

encapsulate fanciful recounts of

life thus far.

Embracing change is

shedding the old skin of the past with

renewal to behold new life.

Weather abides and

turns dismal with fog once again

hovering above the earth as the icy

hoarfrost blankets the ground

to ensure no coldness escapes.

It is natural and it is essential.

As the last rusty leaf from the sycamore falls,

I am reminded all things are as God intends.

Take a deep breath and be reborn into

the change in this, your season.

(C) 2020 Rick Stassi

Absolute’s End

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Parrish

Absolute
Black and White –
Resolute
Adamic domicile.
A black storm
Veiling blue sky.
Thin ray
Cast from persistent
Sun steadily
Erodes
Status quo and
Dubious good.
With sunlight
Upon crystalline
Droplets,
Rainbow backdrops
A dove fleeing
Noah’s flood with
Olive branch
Ushering in
An inclusive
Love and a
Greater good.

(c) 2020 Rick Stassi