his goodness

Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh

Like a symphony resolving a dissonant melody
Or a spring rain compelling
Dismal starkness to
Hues of spectroscopy

Calmness and peace urging
Chaotic white noise
To a sonnet
One note upon another

Thus is the Lord and all
His goodness easing
The dark from the depths of shadows
To the focus of One Light

And all is as it should be
Under the sun
Absent of vanity
In God’s arms.

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

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"At the Water's Edge" Paul Cezanne

“At the Water’s Edge”
Paul Cezanne

Off a frozen ledge
One drop of fallen rain
Slowly drips and
Freezes, adhering to another,
Then another
Forming an icicle –
A stalactite
Refuge for those
Who reach out
For fear of drowning –
Sliding passed water’s edge
Only to find
Their icy grip
Is slippery-futile
And immerse they must with
Heads submerging
Til the hand of Grace,
Ever-waiting,
Is humbly grasped…

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

dark and light

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The devouring sea
Of troublesome thought
Swells to overwhelm
What is to be naught.
With hope ever trying
Like towers of sand,
It is hopeless lying
Under a liar’s remand.

Where is the encompassing light?
O pleasantly warm, endearing, pure…
I give up my worldly fight
Finally wholeness from omniscient lure
And with the determined ease
Of water’s cascade,
I pray to never, please,
Ever, be afraid…

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

Our Fruitful Walk

“I change, then I encourage change through the very emanation of what I store within…”

Jesus, Light of the World

“…that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing Him, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God;…”

Colossians 1:10

There is a path I walk upon. It is a path set before me by God, Himself. It is a place where I may feel purpose in life, see a greater calling to my life, and feel  a closer connection with God and Man. This path began with my acceptance of Jesus Christ as my Savior. He is my Lord. Through His blood, my burdens may be lifted off my shoulders; my guilt may evaporate in the Cloud of His spirit; my heart may be purified and refined. For I am not owner of this body anymore. I am His.

Artist: Laure Freudenberger-Carlisle

I seek worthiness in His sight. Even as He always loves me, there is expectation that I must see and hear what…

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a single drop

 

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Seurat

a single drop, heaven’s tear,
falling from a billowy
home far above…
the moment is just right
to weep for he
who wanders away.

a single petal, with hue of warmth
breaks a long fall
allowing safe passage
to the ground
softly to rest, gently
nourishing parched soil.

a single moment, a cleansing tear
upon my cheek
from blurring my vision
of a harsh day
to clarity of the new life
I see.

a single drop, of eternity.
blood from flesh
grace to the willing
and seeking souls
who now look up and see God’s face
smiling…

(c) 2014 rick stassi