Concerning a Seed


Artist Credit: Sean Seal

Concerning his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, which was made of the seed of David according to the flesh; Romans 1: 3 (KJV)

Concerning a Seed upon the ground
Tilled into soil all warmth surround
Consider how it may grasp from me
Endless thoughts of eternity

Concerning the Seed first long ago
Bleating lambs, cow’s sorrowful low
Consider how the path of all thing are
One night, one star, One from afar

Concerning a Seed from a bed of soil
Sprouts a root anointed in oil
Consider His walk, long, narrow
To showeth hope through adorned sparrow

Concerning a person, me and you
Immersing, crying, seeing Him anew
Consider His influence, truth and fear
Reverence now to hearts so dear.

Seek all ye Jesus our Saviour e’er more
Placing love firmly at our soul’s door
Consider how we shall act in return
Concerning a Seed love’s lesson to learn.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

I pray true love will come for you.

my words

“But now we are delivered from the law, that being dead wherein we were held; that we should serve in newness of spirit, and not in the oldness of the letter” Roman 7:6 (KJV)

Existing in each step planned
By a god not in heaven but mind and land
It is painful as the sun shall set
With nebulous conclusion met

For how by words can I live?
I cannot read and have so little to give.
And my words are forged inside my head
Listening surely from sorrow to dead.

But I did not see a Man on colt
His children even made cause to bolt
For who will hear that will surpass
My words that fall into morass

O for what I didn’t know
That eyes above, love to show.
There was a path hewn out of stone
That should bring flesh back to my dried bone

I saw a chance to touch His robe
Once, twice, more, I scorned His probe
God hovered nuisance be
A man too full of his words to see

But wrestle I did, near a ladder to High
With God, a battle, my failed try
And my hip He broke as tears then flowed
I touched His robe and cast all goad

Life is beautiful with Him with me
New brothers, sisters, family
It took so long Lord so what time left?
He assured His minute is enough, mine bereft

So love, He cried, is my new word alone
Written on heart, not etched in stone
Liberty now abounds where bars once were
A tainted man lost, found, pure

So here I am a decade later life so full
Jesus the Son, Word with rule
Son of Man in my heart,
My words but vanished thine art

Disappeared those words, nailed on a tree
I am new, O Lord, I come to Thee
Completing, hopeful, loving, are You
You make all things new, Your replacing Word true.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

The Binding Fire

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

The fifth season is the return of summer from where I began a year ago. In life. I was born in the summer when leaves were full, green, unfurled to a beautiful suppleness. The sweetness of the spring blossom had all but faded. The dawn of my awakening has progressed to midday. I have arrived and the  sun is high and hot.

My life is seasons lined up. The next awaiting, the former to serve purpose. And purpose is served. I needn’t yearn for a god, when I now am safe and secure in God.

The seasons I walked through to be here! Across stinging hoarfrost walking to the welcoming Christ – warm glow in the snowy window. That season hurt. The walk in frail nakedness, unprotected, is perilous without hope in sight. I nearly lost all things but saw a glow from far away. I was encouraged and tired enough to bear the sting on my bare feet.

All that we have is all that we have to lose. It is our ‘self’ –  sordid and haggard after being beat down enough by a merciless world. The enemy’s stronghold. He tells us the stinging and bare vulnerability will pass. He has something that will cause sorrow sway. If I would have listened, I surely would be lost eternally. But, I saw a faint glow that roused curiosity. It was far off across the snow and even in my state of nothingness I knew it was right to trudge toward the light. I rapped at the door and I was met with welcoming smile. We talked by a fire so warm, He and I. Vulnerability failed transcending to security. His guardian eyes were of instant protection and warmth. I asked if there was anything beyond the coldness of where I had been. The endless attempts of filling, filling: the endless thirst of a dying soul. He gave assurance with a condition. “Be still and know I am Your God”. I trusted Him. From the warmth of the fire, the sheltering haven, I was empty no longer. I stepped onto the snow again, dragging a tree. A burden with assured purpose. The snow ended and the earth dried. A perfect place to plant this tree and there I shed my final bit of resistance. It screamed at me screeching and writhing as I nailed it to this tree. “No! I am you” he cried. Not really. I had a sense of peace. Ego was dead with no remorse. The narcissus bloomed within all the places I looked as a sure sign of a new season coming. Ironic narcissus….


The blossom atop a stem, piercing upward from a bulb quickly spent was fragrant and there was snow no more. I felt the breeze of life surround me. No looking back – pine not for what once tried to kill you. Forge ahead to fields of green grass and waters of deep, cool water.

The sun shone high and warmed throughout. It is odd as my heart was still vulnerable, only this vulnerability was certain about its purpose. Open your heart to others. An open heart, protected by God, invites others to hope. This heart: It sees other hearts crying and I cry too. It is compassion. It is agape love I am reassured by He whose eyes still smiled. Whose heart engulfed me. O mercy. How I hear the crying. I seek each day, with sun high in the summer sky, the crying heart. Even with an exposed heart I fear no evil shall try to steal joy or stem the outpouring love. The Source of this love is God Himself.

Tears pour down my cheek as I love. I see one crying in their wilderness. It is funny how I can stand in a valley and there is a shadow of death all around – a winter of hoarfrost. Many naked feet stinging. Crying hearts seeking. There is a gap between the crying and the Father. I stand there and I take the hand of a lost soul and kneel and pray with them. The Father is kind and He again invites a new one to His fire behind the window. This window is the plane infinite in all directions. One side is stinging frost and ever-yearning hopelessness. The other is a the warm fire and the quiet communal sanctuary with He who first died. Seasons don’t always blend slowly into the next. They sometimes change as simple as rapping on a door, looking through a window, infinite in four directions. There is flesh on one side and God  on the other of this infinite window. The door is narrow and we must squeeze through, but when we do, we are transformed to all love. And as much as we do for the Kingdom of God, it is his love that holds all souls together. Charity is Agape love. With open hearts we seek with keen ears the crying of those in the barren and cold and draw them to the warmth of the binding fire.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

Melancholy and my Elliptical Path

Staggering elation surging through my heart overwhelms.
Can this joy be sustained?
I am touched with a happiness; a warmness from other hearts felt from many directions.
Felt from far away and also close by.
Yes! How another’s love can affect me so much.
I may give seemingly without effort; but, receiving warms me as heartfelt love permeates my soul.

Another day shows its teeth – grinning incredulously.
Lying in wait.
Rescuing, a softness comes to my swelling heart.
Elation does not fail, the melody of love swirls in my head.
But there is a melancholy covering. Is this contentment? Has joy taken flight?
A bit of sadness.
But in the Lord, joy remains. Dreaming.

It is an odd feeling seeing the world on its elliptical path.
Close, then far. It is not bad, it is gravity.

So of this gravity…
I search God’s face, His eyes a mere Ångstrom from mine.
He speaks in response to my prayer language which I have poured out to Him in trust of Him hearing.
He does.
The Spirit is helping. It is His purpose. A promise fulfilled.
The Earth comes close and then speeds far off only to return close again to the Sun.

This is me.
The gravity is in God’s very own heart.
Such an attraction. One body in motion; One a steadfast foundation.
My heart follows its elliptical path.

In a veil of melancholy, it is not bad.
It is quiet, quite serene actually.
I dream of friends, love, God, and Jesus.
‘Dream’ is a facetious description because it is not an internal image.
It is reality and I like it. I love it.

Hold me close, O Lord.
Let me gravitate around You never to stray.
You hold me on a tether of love.
A life-line, from Heart-to-heart.
And when I am melancholy, You speak so clear.
“Remove all thought”, You say. I hear You now. I see You so clearly.
“Listen to me”, again, You speak. Again my response is directed personally to You

You are my gravity, O Lord. Hold me tight lest I float off to emptiness.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

Like a Tree

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. Psalm 1:3 (KJV)

Artist: Sean Seal

Artist: Sean Seal

What is like a tree
So strongly set?
With rooting system’s
Foundation met.

And of this tree
It also be known
that we are as blessed
In a life ne’er alone

For with foundation
Rooted so deep,
Fed with sweet water
Grace and mercy steep.

So from this water
Our veins feed all
Our soul and heart –
Spirit growing tall

Now heavenly nurturing
from Water abound
We are like this tree rooted in Christ
Bearing fruit born from souls so sound

And our leaves are lithe
green-ness unfold
It is life in Jesus
His grace, His Love, History told.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

i will try, Lord

“Examine me, O Lord, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.”
Psalm 26:2 (KJV)

look at me Lord
do I return glance?
i will try
so to prosper, advance

in times heavy with fear
do i seek Your face?
i will try
to keep Your pace

prove me Lord
do i feel Your fire?
i will try
refining heart’s desire

pull my reins Lord
do i resist?
i will try
unclench my fist

pour o’er me Your love Lord
do i receive?
i will try
all doubt to leave

willingness in joyful tone
i walk steadfast
to You alone
to meet You here
i will try Lord
I will try O so sincere.

© 2013 Rick Stassi