a new worship

June 27, 2015 by Rick Stassi you

Loriann Signori

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
in the battle
in a tender cry of joy.
All things are made new
and there is a new worship.
A time when we sacrifice wholly
and give out of pure selflessness
even in biting pain.
There is a glint of light
out of the corner of my eye
and though merely a glint,
truly a beacon of victory
as I am reminded that as we
seek more understanding,
our worship is more than new
as in a fresh day, but new, as if
never been previously seen.
this is my word from God:
That we must cast off trite
daily ritual and seek
perspective through His eyes.
He makes all thing new
and the sweetest moment
happens in a dim morning
awakening – realizing we did not
just endure, but we flourished
and a new heaven and
a new earth beckon with
crystal water of Life flowing
from the throne of the Lord
and He sees it is good.

born all over again

June 17, 2015 by Rick Stassi you

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 the misted low
from cows standing in ever-slight tule fog,
stir the absence of sound
all life new and void of yesterday

And so, with darkness leaving
and our grieving slowly passing
as the sun passes zenith
on to descent…
creation copies Creator
replicating what our Father
has done and will do
forever and ever in
love everlasting

beyond blue

June 13, 2015 by Rick Stassi you

artist: loriann signori

“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 footing
is all I hope for
just in this moment…

I feel the earth
fail beneath my step
and my foot-fall
becomes heavy – provoking plea
and i look to heaven
and see clouds
and blue sky with
such lovely presence
and beyond blue

You are there

excerpt from The Pilgrim’s Progress

a time before

June 10, 2015 by Rick Stassi you

artist: loriann signori

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 courageous
as a naive child –
even now i close my eyes.

Thoughts of dread invade
and curse darkness in night’s cry
a fleeting moment of wonder
and tears of sorrow meander down
pale countenance with embedded scorn.
black holes and evolution
mean so little to a lost soul
and a broken heart.

that was then, a time before
when hope was suffocated in burden
and a candled lamp was not yet seen
fed by oil of the Spirit beautiful
and one Word changed it all
’twas to love always with lovely call
and beauty rides on wind and sea
so then grace reigns ever o’er me.

tomorrow, not mine

June 7, 2015 by Rick Stassi you

Artist: Edgar Degas

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 upon?

Then clearly from heaven gently heard
The voice of One with perfect word:
“Today, worry not of boats at sea
For tomorrow is mine, a gift from Me.”