Charlotte Bernstrom
Drag on, fetid air.
Now only the lilac perseveres
with the imminence
of dank, heavy mist
on a leaf-covered lane.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
soon autumn
someone sweet
Monet
When early softness
alights on
tired golden fields,
a scent embodies
the morning.
It is here that
I am young again –
waiting for the school bus
on a country road
without a thought
of being older,
but rather pleasant
hope for an open seat
next to someone sweet.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
tired heart
Long gone are those times
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
#BLM -a response
Maybe it is time to look at current events from a higher perspective. The brutality and response symbolize a systemic, societal problem that is part of our country's history. Outstretch hands of humility in compassion and empathy. Offer ears and hearts ready to listen. The twinge of resistance is buried in deep pride. We have everything to gain as a society rich in diverse culture. Black lives matter, and yes it is true, all lives matter, but in response to the current cry, is unfortunately steeped in pride and the wrong response. The ego of privilege is so ingrained in white lives, we are scratching and clawing in resistance. This is not the solution. The solution is listening with humility. Reaching out with compassion. Offer a love that is from Jesus. Then we can hope to reach new middle ground. (C) 2020 Rick Stassi
Love Serene
A moment without God
The amber hue
of our inward vision
is mired in
doubt.
Flee
to greener leas
of godly peace
to wisdom in
waters deep
and love serene.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
moments like these
Mary Cassatt
dream softly.
feel air brush
across somber
downcast eyes.
see more
than the
night desires.
alone, pass from
sorrow to joy
within an
outstretched
love purposed
for moments
like these.
(c) rick stassi
His sight
“Buttercups and Daisies” Cameron 1881
Seek the sight of
HE whose eyes
penetrate our sorrow.
Finding those times
of self-disdain
permeated from deep inside-
painting the ugliness
we see in the glass.
For thus is an
ill-gotten plan
to destroy and draw
us way from the hope
that His sight
will show us,
through a prism
of divine light
passing through
a tear on our cheek,
a beautifully made
child with hope
and love for
all time.
HE is Risen
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
field
Out of our self
and into the
soft field of
colors and scents
enveloping our sense
and broadcasting within
that we live for others
because of One.
(C) 2020 Rick Stassi
For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.
2 Corinthians 5:14-15 NIV
Plea
Paul Klee
clear and greener are the paths
that join with azure
ceiling splash with a
two-toned horizon of dissected hues,
one line – separating
spirit and body.
setting sun encourages moon-
warming source
leaves far too soon.
the lesser looks askance –
spying in a night-glance
where sad hearts cry.
I wonder as a melody fills
my infiltrating slumber
like a silent serpentine rill.
where upon my soul is heaven cast?
help me in my plea
for fervent trust
and a love that shall
ever last.
(C) 2011-2020 rick stassi
He is Here
Carefully metered
From once to soon,
Narrow path dividing
Thorns of wisdom and
Sirens of temptation –
Fields of life
With all fruitfulness
Beg contemplative
Thought born in
A loving God
Who is always there.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
