that day

Monet-family

I love that day,
a day pristine and new.
our lives intersected
when I met you.

I love that day,
a day so full.
when we joined as one,
two hearts equal pull.

I love those days,
when tears and pain
brought precious lives,
heart’s warm light reign.

I love that day,
when we saw God’s face.
we truly knew life –
one family, our place.

I love that day,
yesterday, I think.
holding hands tightly,
savoring moment, try to not blink…

I’ll love that day,
even with time’s eclipse.
to remember always a life of beauty
in our pressing lips.

(c) rick 2014

tranquil

renoir

Can you hear a blade of grass
Reach up in sleight of moment’s pass?
Or the whisper of a single star
Cold alone and so, so far?

Leaves so fast and quietly unfold,
Just as quickly wither and get old.
And light-years traveled celestial bright,
This star is only a memory in a twinkling light.

Things that happen with us unaware
Good things created renounce despair.
Growing goodness all around
God’s omniscience offer little sound.

Peaceful, flowing the windy breeze
Oft disrupted by the trees
Catching, reflecting, fearless gales,
Stands of filters, antonymic sails.

But does ever the wind needs a place
To break tranquility and show her face?
It is God who exhales this gentleness –
And to the wind’s ear to which grass shall confess.
(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

path forward

Van Gogh

Van Gogh

The sweetness of a moonlit night,
The certainty of all things right.
Bathing in a tender glow,
A fallen leaf upon the snow.
O how these times entice my mind,
Surely tension bliss shall bind.
And liberty’s law brings peacefulness,
Glittering lights resolve duress.
Snow settles to her motionless home,
Allowing my thoughts to float and roam.
O how I love these times so surreal
Craving ways to really feel.
Where I go now will only be
Footprints in the snowy sea.

rick

sigh of love

"On the Shore of the Seine" Renoir

“On the Shore of the Seine”
Renoir

Embrace the sweetness of sorrow
to show a tender side
or regale an outburst of laughter
pretentious cover, vulnerability deride.

Embrace the moments of melancholy
those times of in-between
hidden, only shall churn within
rather than certain demeanor seen.

Embrace the secrets of sadness
for depth is surely sought
and brazen outward countenance
vanity surely self-wrought.

Embrace the preciousness of joy
love’s contemplative sigh
to show truth and live aware
a work of God is nigh.

rick

“for and from those lands away…

remembering, revisited

"Weeping Willow" Claude Monet

“Weeping Willow”
Claude Monet

Who do you weep for, willow?
you, certain, stalwart of goodness-
roots seeking solid footing,
leaves seeking light ever faithful…
Ne’er do you hasten to where you know not to go.
You shout to the heavens
from your core of ringed reminders
of years past.
Shed are the layers of yore
for the treasures of the present…

You see he who adulates his own virtues-
Yet still you smile upon and
watch him run within four walls.
He hastens to where he cannot go.
But you know where peace exists
and in your patience,
it is him you weep for.

Even as the glass plane of still water
will hold a wrinkle from a passing breeze…
underneath, a maelstrom of
of unsettled molecules
in motion,
alas all colliding…
O the exterior contrivance!
All is not always what it seems.

I possess a bit of you both.
Grappling with desire
I hasten away from where I should not go.
Tho’ my roots bemoan my outward facets-
contented depth confused with the shallow surface
of my wanderlust and weeping-
in my self-pity…

I hear your wise whispers, willow:
“pray, delighted soul, let the breeze visit, but
reject temptation to force wind
upon icy countenance
through self-mass in motion.”

I now, upon your word, shall not be moved
despite my own desire.
I am held
as weeping branches
hold leaves
flitting
in the wind.

That is life, willow.
I rejoice.

…and I close my eyes
to remember the breeze.

rick

remembering

"Weeping Willow" Claude Monet

“Weeping Willow”
Claude Monet

who do you weep for, willow?
You, certain of your roots seeking solace
as well your leaves from light ever faithful…
yet I wonder – is there sadness?
do you hasten to where you cannot go?
so much holds you where you are
and gives that on which you thrive.
you shout to the heavens
from your core of ringed reminders
of passing years.
you shed the layers of the past…

you see the ones who adulate their own virtues –
yet still you smile and
watch them run within four walls
trying so hard to hasten to go where they cannot.
For you know where peace exists,
and you are patient
as it is they you weep for.
even as the glass surface of water
will hold a wrinkle from a passing breeze,
underneath a maelstrom of motion,
unsettled molecules
all colliding…

O the exterior contrivance!
yes, all is not always what it seems.

…and I possess a bit of you both.
grappling with my own desire
to hasten to go where I should.
Tho’ my roots bemoan my glass surface –
contented depth confused with the shallow surface
of my wanderlust and the weeping –
in my self-pity…
these walls- entrap me.
I ponder breaking these bindings
of the opposing force
that holds my interest
even as I know my roots go deep.
And will I know liberty?
How long can it sustain me?
O doubting, misled heart.

I hear your whispers willow.
“…delighted souls let the breeze visit”
rather than force wind
upon their icy countenance
through self-mass in motion.
for within I know
I shall not be moved
despite my own desire.
I am held
as weeping branches
hold leaves
flitting
in the wind.

that is life, willow
…and I close my eyes
to remember the breeze.

(c) rick stassi

this flower

This Flower

O flower
I look upon your petals supple and lithe
Layered neatly
One upon the next
Each withers
Revealing yet another
And these petals spent fall
Floating to the ground
Having served the world with
Beauty-bright
O flower savor this moment
When your petals
Still damp from
Fresh
Dewy morns
Stand humbly upright for
Foggy afternoons
Night’s tired slumber
Misty ocean air
Stinging rains
Boisterous winds
Still you stand
Looking for one source
To nourish not your petals
But your heart
To which pinks and reds
Yellows and oranges
Layer upon layer
Show proudly externally
What surely is internal
And these petals
Float to ground
Like each day passing
Only to remind that
A heart set in beauty
Hold petals serene
In the palm of her hand
This flower.
rick