When I die, am i cast away
o’er forever oceans upon dream’s sway?
Or, to vast eternal ethereal light
loathe of darkness and void of fright?
I think journey’s fair end I see,
is a place in God’s heart for me.
(c) 2016-2017 rick stassi
Monthly Archives: December 2016
floating
Woman with Parasol – Claude Monet
unfalling, floating still life –
a wingspan fortress.
forward motion extinct
and time is motionless.
I hear my heart in soft meter
among these days of solitude…
a gentle updraft respects
the greater pull of élan
in overt disregard
for earth and sea.
(c) 2016-2017 rick stassi
faithful spring
Monet
cradle my soul
with thoughts of you
enlighten my sight
above crimson and blue
fashion my desires
toward seeing your eyes
deeply reflecting
comfort arise
how can I
among these masses
hear true love beat
in a heart as it passes
ground me forever
on growing warmth knolls
away from the tumult
of thrashing sopped shoals
and dreaming softly
of melody rising
resolving chaotic chord
our hearts thus apprising
so rest us now
away winter’s sting
as pleasing wind winnows
with God’s faithful spring
(c) 2016-2017 rick stassi
after death
There is mercy on the wings of a dove.
Alight! O Love, with peace to spare
darkened, cold, wintry plight.
How do eyes sunken in despair
see outward to jeweled sunrise
and know the hope of a new day?
There is joy inside, steeping –
ready to infuse all cells
with new life.
Just one drop of blood, one glance,
one touch of a hem,
gathers centuries of wandering –
wondering if my eyes should
ever meet the guardian eyes of God.
I can learn from others
who stubbornly plodded on
through one painful trial after another.
Diligent, or insane.
Can’t you see it is reasonable
to know Love is the cornerstone
binding the east and west wind
in a perfect crimson crease?
O cleave my soul with ancient ones
whose eyes serve as windows to where
I may look –
upon the Alpha and the renewal
of time with breath instilled
on silken skin no longer
writhing in tumult
but turning toward a new
daybreak of an age after death.
(c) 2016-2017 rick stassi
The Pilgrims of the Dispersion
1 Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to the strangers scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia,
2 Elect according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through sanctification of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ: Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied.
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
4 To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you,
5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
1 Peter 1 (KJV)
We are a stranger in this land. We are on a new path and as we walk, one-by-one, we are joined by others…
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Shepherd’s Keep
van gogh
setting mind at ease today
never seen angst’s corrosive leap
within the tight embrace of shepherd’s keep
how i wish for times like these
laid end-to-end o’er wider leas
forming a lifetime of joyful mirth
with faithful steps from sweet rebirth
Jesus, Light of the World 