peacefully arrived

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Van  Gogh

Shall times of peace be nevermore?
Accordingly amidst a toil-
My heart is hardly arable soil,
Feebly tranquil in unloving lore.

Spying under harboring stones,
I seek a foreshadowing need-
In a language I cannot read,
Increasing my heart bemoans.

Alas in grateful revelation,
A sound clearer than once before –
God beckoning through the narrow door.
Peacefully arrived to cessation.

(c) 2011 – 2019 Rick J Stassi

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eternal life

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Mary Cassatt

Morning comes on judgement day,
Cool breeze crisp in gentle sway.
Have I success in eternal rise?
Or fearful fall into earthly guise.
When the sun shall set this night,
It’s with my God dear hearts unite.

(c) 2011-2019 rick j stassi

the narrow line

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The narrow line
between Earth and Sky
the softness of your gaze.
The hope instilled
in gentle breeze
reminding of your ways.
I drift along
the earth and sky
in self-determined might
Until such time
I contemplate
a worthless daily fight.
In reflection
I’m astonished by
persistence toward my heart.
In times that pass
and future awaiting
Love shall not soon part.

(c) 2011 – 2019 rick j stassi

overlooking

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Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida

How I quarrel
with what i need
and what I desire.
I quickly depart
from yesterday
with hopes of finding
a new light
to fill a hole
in this temporal mind;
overlooking
the cry for
love and understanding
in this eternal
soul.

(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi 

reason

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Resisting the imminent
postmodern presence
is akin to a man
opposing a glacier.
Should hatred
prevail in a world
where love must?
Reason is the eventual
catalyst of man
finding God
and showing
a deeper
kindness to all.

(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi

Love, so true

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Clausen

The overwhelming light
of tomorrow’s day.
When hope is greater
than the sum of dreams
broken in forgotten time.
Optimism wins
as half-empty glasses
pour out onto surfaces
for tepid fate.
Give me hope and
dreams eternal!
Let me abide within
arms of comfort and
sacred sanctuary.
You offer a heart
filled with promise anew;
love forgotten becomes love
so true.

(c) 2011-2018 Rick Stassi