Church at Varengeville, against the Sunset – Claude Monet
no longer a memory,
but an ethereal gesture
or a heavenly breeze
and a wisp of a surreal exhale –
old and new,
beginning and ending –
permanently a part
of all things
from the blemished
and the famished
to lucidly pure
to see the face of
(c) 2014 rick stassi
a multitude of grains of sand,
the willing swath between sea and land.
slowly, deliberately, refined o’er the years,
knowing land’s attempt to allay fears.
and within the million grains of sand
there are souls receiving a loving hand.
having seen tumultuous, tempting charm
now waves gently lapping upon, resting from harm
so God instills a brightened heart
in grains of sand gracefully set apart
to stand in the gap between land and sea
and reflect true hope, land’s desperate plea.
(c) rick 2014