ripples

“Viragcsokor-1896”
Gauguin

Somethings never change
i watch ripples ebb and flow
each taking their turn upon the shore
every one in its own perfection
a mirror of before and after.

If I should possess that constancy
would I fade hopelessly
before and after in gray repetition?

Or should I stake my claim
in some parts from before
to fortify my today making each lapping wave
of my days just a bit better.

Alas ages and seasons cause my leaves to fall
and my throat dries
parched from screaming
at yesterday and tomorrow
sulking in today’s sorrow with a
perspective blinded by shadows and charcoals.

I yearn to come alive again
in fullness of a green spring
and be transparent…

Gentle breezes come
into my soul like
a melody of beautiful
sound and harmonic
resonance with notes settling
for a rest, a breath.

Hope is where I rest.
Hope doesn’t ebb and flow
but persists as the waves
that caress the shores.
Hope is constant.

Let me be reminded
all seems the same
in this absolute perspective of hope.
The only thing that
changes is leaves to green
as wisdom and hope steadily
grace this vessel in autumn
and bless me through harsh seasons
until spring.

I focus on the horizon
to travel a straight path and
know today will bring
a gift that will be opened
tomorrow and remembered always.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

once dreamt

rembrandt

I had a dream my mother was ill
Optimistic and sure of elixir’s will
Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true
I’ll say a prayer to comfort you.

I had a dream your illness grew grave
Sands in the hourglass surely be brave
Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true
I’ll say a prayer to healeth you.

I had a dream my mother had died
Swiftly and certain old age had lied
Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true
I’ll pray to God to welcome you.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

in passages

“Valery-sur-Somme” Artist: Degas

there are passages we traipse through
where lessons are learned
even in impossible darkness
interrupted by a lucid glimmer of hope.

a page is turned in a book of life
with trials passing by lying on my back
on green leas with you
and cloudless days with endless azure.

looking through a glass darkly
here i know change leads to clarity and
in clarity is the face of God where
I shall see myself as He has always seen me.
How romantic are words of Life
akin with warm spring sun
on my skin.

O love how you bind when
compassion holds sway
and harmonic measures with
melody flawless in times precious
Our hands are clasped in this.

The sound of a stream pouring
busily overs smooth rocks
emitting cool mist and a lullaby
of gentle sounds from which within
many voices can be deciphered
declaring all of cherished
voices and remembered songs.

I miss times of old
I hope to replay some of them
in reflective memory
and to dream of things to come.

tears of joy are the elixir
from tepid days in apathy
forgotten now in passages
to a new life now and forever.

(c) rick stassi