Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

June 2015

  • a new worship

    storms ebb in pale gray dawn as first light stirs and eyes are rubbed in confusion – for a bit – as thoughts catch up to this moment. what we believe we cannot endure, soon is another victory claimed with the confidence bred in the aftermath. however, listen now and hear: true victory is realized… Read more

  • born all over again 

    the sun prepares quickly in the predawn unable to stop perpetual motion from slowly beginning to displace darkness where fear and anxiety of unknowns have held sway only now to yield to hope and things born all over again. poppies in their awakening stretch to heaven along with a dove and meadowlark first, along with… Read more

  • beyond blue

    “Then said he, Give me thy hand; so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon solid Ground, and bid him go on his way.“ O, that You would be ever toward me to comfort in times of despair and offer a hand for respite from burden when solid… Read more

  • a time before

    where would I be if not with God? entrenched in cunning vanity on worn saddened paths. I am overcome by my plight of undisciplined boldness wrought in self might leading to thorny briar. O, I can ponder the ends of the night sky wandering in emptiness based on vain premise. thoughts of grandeur born so… Read more

  • tomorrow, not mine

    I had a vision about tomorrow, not mine. An unsettling, compelling, sorrowful sign. For following the sunshine of today, The skies and clouds turned murky gray. Was this a word from the Lord That my time here was a boat unmoored? And to golden paths i shall be drawn With sapphires and rubies to look… Read more