after death

youngpilgrim

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

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4 thoughts on “after death

  1. Thank you Ricky it is beautiful. Our cousin Rita (Bonini) just lost her dad) Pray for the family. (he has had years of health issues) Love you, Janet

    On Mon, Dec 12, 2016 at 4:19 PM, Jesus, Light of the World wrote:

    > Rick Stassi posted: ” There is mercy in the wings of a dove. Alight! O > Love, with peace to shade darkened, cold, wintry plight. How do eyes sunken > in despair see outward to jeweled sunrise and know the hope of a new day? > The joy inside is steeping – ready to infuse all cells ” >

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