open door

rembrandt-eyes

I long to peer
inside your heart
to feel the things
that urge new start.
entrancing words
roll off your tongue
like the sheltering breezes
boughs hide among.
the imprint of wiser paths
across impending icy field
leads me upon stinging frost
with progress’ fruitful yield.
I yearn to see your face today
and know a warmth once more
to travel on my pilgrim’s path
and pass through open door.

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi

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amber lens

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Kandinsky

the beauty of laughter is often lost
in swirling pools unaware of cost
read to me life’s journey to light
where a drop of blood seeps all might
i hang upon your beautiful word
overwhelmed in beauty I’ve likely not heard
and of this drop of redeeming cleanse
I no longer see through amber lens.

(c) rick stassi

i see your eyes

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Cezanne

I see your eyes
they meet mine in the
darkness of where I walk
frightful distractions
persuade avoidance
but optimistic perseverance
cuts through glare

I see your eyes
and they are kind
mercy intertwines with
eternal gaze
you are always there
to reassure
my need to trust

I see your eyes
grace is direct
and unwavering
to my heart
on crimson thread
heavenly chorus singing
Hosanna in the highest

(c) rickstassi

God says

floral

look into my eyes
he said,
they are a certain source
of unwavering light

cleave to the rock from which
pours living water
and stand on ground
immovable by torrent pride

prepare your heart for
peaceful dove
to alight upon and
you will know me

and you will see
through a glass darkly
no more but see yourself
as I see you

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi

hopeful

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Rembrandt

floating through dreams in urgent dismay
unconscious of pending break of day
when will cold night cede to dawn
that sleepy eyes should feast upon
my shadowed soul inhales fear
that engraves a memory upon old year
and sowing seed to arable earth
disperses new hope and trusting mirth

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi

“…there is hope”

serenity

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Camille Pissarro

i tend to think about some things
that lend to sprout of temporal wings
i float aloft in empty skies
dreaming of escape from miry lies.

there is death among such losses
led by which way the angry wind tosses
this spiral into endless chasm
heart hardened in infinite sarcasm

shall i break from where it’s dark
knees in prayer and humility stark
I find the way to softness and green
is to peer upon deep water serene

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi

“…God is good”