Bazille

Discordance wanes
but words still
do not come easy.
How pondering and wondering
hold sway.
I see resonance wax
in pleasing hope
waiting to see
that part of me
where soft light-
from inward deep-
keeps me from falling.
O, how attempts at
defeating gravity
and absolutes
leaves me in
unbalance.
But the soft light
is not so subtle!
Permeating into my being
probing soulfully:

Who am I?

It matters not
where i wish to go
or who I wish to be
as all things about me –
here and there-
are kept close to
the Creator.
This causes joy
and begs illuminating thought.
All in all
we are of God and
selfish countenance
transcends to heir
and servant to give all
back now in meted increments
that which has been
gracefully given.

(c) 2015 rick stassi