Craving closeness,
Resisting watchful eyes.
Pushing away
The very one
Who sees in me
That which
I do not.
-Rick
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beautiful day
Beautiful day,
hold me tight.
Show me birds
in high blue flight.
Show me bare branches
once clothed in green.
Show me fields of
waves serene.
Help me look beyond
things i can touch.
To see God’s eyes,
I love so much.
Rick
dreaming
Degas
morning’s abrupt start
somber moments in pale hue
dreams brisk departure.
(c) Rick Stassi 2018
Moon
O shimmering moon –
setting on sorrow.
Watcher of the night,
sleepy eyes hopeful
for optimistic awakening.
Dreamers lament,
old thoughts drift,
impending rebirth.
Even daylight awaits
your departure.
Your countenance unfailing,
you hear the whispers
of the darkened sky.
temporal winds
Degas
Temporal winds blown
leave me tarnished
and scratched in
brambled insults
to character once
clearly defined –
but alas
now swaying
in crippling breeze.
Where is hope
in such places?
How easily I forget
that Jacob’s ladder
from heaven to earth
is gilded in truth
and love and extended
to my heart for my eyes
to see the face of God.
Rick Stassi
October 22, 2018
sanctuary
Ann Ancher
My feet gone ragged
from toiled path.
My self-determination to
find peace always
clouds a simple
wisdom.
A quiet moment with
eternal gaze.
Sanctuary
is where
I meet God.
straighter roads
Camille Pissarro
I tread
on paths
thoughtfully prepared
with sight
not on tomorrow –
or yesterday,
but here with me now.
the certainty
that i fall short
is gracefully
embraced on
straighter roads –
and always and ever
the sun settles
on the point between
God and man.
Rick
