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.
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moments like these
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
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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.
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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.
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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
Youth
Berthe Morisot
Where are days of
climbing fences;
crossing creeks
and summer senses?
Forever remembered
and drawn upon
like the morning dew
on summer lawns.
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Innocence
Held aloft in December mist,
Summer vessel at full list.
The innocence once held so tight,
Now windward chill and icy blight.
Arriving nigh the River brink,
Awaiting call to chalice drink.
(C)2011-2020 Rick Stassi
