In Love All Bound

“And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness”
Colossians 3:14 (KJV)

Charity, love, all I feel
for hearts authentic
vulnerable still,
yet quiet not these humble hearts
they writhe in angst against
enemy darts

but i can see the crying lot
of those succumbed to dreadful spot
and compassion thrives in vulnerable cries
serve them! weeping, self-ness dies

for when i hear humility
it is not my eyes but my heart doeth see
and pray across waters and lines
i wrap all love around hearts that pine

so weep no more,
i’ve wept for two
they are compassionate tears
for me, for you

and quiet now
O vulnerable one
for God draws me nigh
led by His Son

compassionate roving
eyes of the Lord
bring his called
upon boats unmoored.

across the sea on waters still
your vulnerable heart!
cries out to be found
for i shall hear it! in love all bound.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

All love in Jesus

…and I will

and I will grieve not
for my shortcoming
joined with impatience-
wounds bitter sting

but shall use these for fodder
for which to burn
in remembrance of lost moments
ne’er to return

and I will grieve not
over time in waste
because of blindness
moving wildly in haste

and I will grieve not
that I will fail
intentions lost
response’s fleeting avail

but I shall seek
walks with Thee
on greener grass
watch sorrows flee

and I shall seek
quiet rest
at Your side
in Your will I shall abide

Then I will seek
Jesus’ guardian eyes
beyond all tears
above all sighs…

© 2013 Rick Stassi

O Dark Clouds of Nurturing Water…

For the ones I love dearly.You know who you are.

Jesus, Light of the World

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
 Ecclesiastes 11:4 (KJV)

I am born of God as He formed me in my mother’s womb. I am sanctified in Jesus Christ and nurtured each moment by the Holy Spirit. I spend days in the warmth of the light He provides and my nights in rest He gives. I am truly blessed by the Lord. To Him be all glory.

I sing songs of worship to honor the Lord. It is His delight that my heart leaps toward Him as He beckons. These are great times of spiritual prosperity. I see my Lord and hear His voice. I gather with His other children and praise Him as one Body. We are the Bride who greatly anticipates but is patient for the return of the Bridegroom. I know with all of my heart His…

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to and fro
down and back.
arsenic moods
on pendulum’s arc.
one minute high
the other low,
then high again.
longing to level
but with External’s arsenal
always contrived and
constant invade
Internal’s mind, selfishly made –
he’s a cunning puppeteer!
So why wouldn’t we choose instead,
God so near?

each moment

Give us this day our daily bread.
Matthew 6:11 (KJV)

Artist: Sean Seal

Artist: Sean Seal

is it a day
or is it really a moment?
wrestling time that
will not relent

we allow our mind
with selfish zeal
to spin out of control
on spindled wheel

control we might
turn over to He
who shall cast our angst
never again we see

we shall choose
though choice not first
to give into He
Who lifts from the worst

now in each moment
time paints our soul
with colors and hues
heart’s joyful role

colors are good
abiding peaceful palette
into gentle hands our will
delivered upon God’s heart set

and now beauty bright
on our hearts alight
doves and colors
for all sight

Weep no more for
tomorrow’s pain
each moment now
in today’s reign

God is true
To ev’ry way
He drenches our heart
fresh new day

He gives us rest
in His moment anew
it is our moment
our heart painted true

© 2013 Rick Stassi

The Green Grass, the still Water…

From 2011

Jesus, Light of the World

1 The LORD is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
3 He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Psalm 23

For I am a sheep led by a Master. He knows me and watches me by day and by night. I am absent of wit and am best at following others. Thus is the…

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A beautiful perspective on Jesus, the Living Water from my dear and loving sister-in-Christ.


Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they’ve earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water.  I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more.

Just outside, noon rays crisp each blade of yellowed grass. Blooms fail and birds hide from the perilous heat. A parching climate cracks and peels away the velvety surfaces of life, sharpening once-gentle touches. Earth itself buckles under an oppressive lack of moisture.

Creation struggles with thirst, an unquenchable need for daily sips of heaven-sent life. The world cannot drink its fill and rest in sustained wellness. Again and again, it must receive what it cannot give itself.

Substitutions and corrupt waters fail. Though flavorful to some, they can neither yield crops nor replenish tissue. The deadly risk of dehydration haunts our planet, and a…

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Crimson on White

“Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me”  Matthew 16:24 (KJV)

Where shall I go
O Lord, O Lord?
With mountains to climb
And stream to ford.
I shall follow You.

What should I do
O Lord, O Lord?
With the hopeless at hand
And  peace in demand.
I shall do as You do

How shall I act
O Lord, O Lord?
With willing heart
And humble start
I shall act godly today.

When should I go
O Lord, O Lord?
To those crying, run
With teary eyes, setting Sun.
I will go now.

How I love You
O Lord, O Lord.
Crimson on white
Perfectly upright.
In Your arms I rest.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

Immersion in Grace

For this cause we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to desire that ye might be filled with the knowledge of his will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding;
That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God;
Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness;
Colossians 1:9-11

I am inspired always by the Lord’s word. The cause mentioned above is love unto the Spirit. But me? I spend my days in haste. I spend time in motions of survival. I am tired. I weep and I laugh. I am curious and I am wary. I love and I dislike. O how I hate to dislike. It is abrasive. At times I just need to shout, no, let me scream! Spiraling, I digress as I am really joyful on most days. Today is a day of thoughts.

Ever-watching is God and ever-listening is me. Ever-responding to the Lord’s voice is….well, me most of the time. We have a relationship. He has laid before me all wealth and love. He has provided for me. He has poured wisdom upon me and I soak it in like laying in a cool pool of water on a hot day. Immersed and in the His arms.

There is a path in my mind that runs from the tip of my toes (not even an inch behind), to the setting sun. It is my future, my destiny, my life laid before me. God gives me many visions and glimpses into places upon this path – even to my time of glory. There are many smiles, many surprises, and change awaiting. I see growth and I see my wife and I together for all time here and there on this earth. I seem to wait and bide time. How I wish I would participate in every moment. I may regret that someday…

For all that I see, the beauty and light, there are wrinkles in the road I walk upon. The enemy places crumbs of bread in a tidy trail – one after another. They spin off from the road’s center to the right and left like the arcs of subatomic particles at post-collision. Spin off right and fade, spin off left, fade. How do I see a clear future even as far as heaven, and still stop to follow a row of bread crumbs, nose to the ground? A paradox?

I almost feel it is under-appreciation for God’s grace sometimes. Each day after another is beautiful! I long to be upright and walking straight bathed in the adjectives and attributes that flow so eloquently from Paul’s heart:

Spiritual Understanding
…and on.

I am made to focus on this moment. Yet I get so wound up in angst. It is in my genes. What once drinking medicated, I must let God fill.

Yet I forget.
I am sorry for this and that
My reasons for shortcomings are usually not that great
I shall remember: Such is our nature, I must go easy on myself.

The ramblings of a man in mid-life. I see mortality and I see immortality. I see death and birth. I trust God yet I walk aimlessly after crumbs of deception. It is life and I like life. I thank God I can see all this. If not, I spiral and careen to paths of emptiness. In His grace, I can love. O how I love the Lord and what He tells me through countless conversations and through His words for all ages in Scripture.

The pool of immersion. Bathing in cool water – head partway under water to drown out noise. Weightless and cradled in His arms. I know His love. I try and love others. This love breathes in and breathes out: ever-sustaining our lives. Smiles and laughing, tears and crying. All incite such a compassion. I can see the heart of those around me and it is the eyes of souls that meet. It is immersion in each moment, each conversation, each action. Under the water I hear nothing but the voice of God. He says it is good. That is good enough for me.

April 17, 2013

I am Adam

“But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.”
Col 3:14 (NKJV)

I am Adam.
Well, not exactly…
But inside I contain him
His character plain to see.

I have free will and I chose to fall,
Avoid my Creator, heed Satan’s call.
And in this will, freedom-less,
I’ve blatant disregard for all goodness.

Once born of love now steeped in hate
Stop this increase, it’s not too late!
For my heart does try bear more than it can,
To hate and not forgive is Satan’s plan.

I cannot bear what was not meant to be,
Just because of some fruit in a tree.
Off-colored will steals freedom away
To deliver us to evil’s putrid sway.

Now I am Jesus
Well, He abides in me.
In Him is Liberation-
Law that makes me free.

At my core is Love personified
The Son of Man unjustly died.
Directing my way and bearing all weight
Onto His shoulder all hated freight.

Onto forgive immoral melee
For man, in guise of freedom, in his own way.
Does such a man deserve such touching notice?
An adamant decline simply will not suffice.

Do I deserve this freedom Law?
With heart once darkened to white without flaw?
A simple choice, to seek God’s face.
From Whom I may now love all, in His grace.

copyright 2013 Rick Stassi