pressing into better days
dreaming of sun’s warming rays
dreary darkness failing release
when icy winds surely cease
and beyond horizon where eyesight ends
to God my optimistic heart extends.

(c) 2017 rickjstassi

summer’s eve


I don’t remember Monday

Storm clouds roiling at night

Or Tuesday’s icy morning

Swan horn upon meadow’s flight

Then Wednesday and her north wind strong

Urging bow in sapling tree

Thursday’s ever growing days

That hopeful eyes shall see

In Friday’s sultry evening’s rest

Cicada’s rhythmic satisfied  sound

Saturday’s warm moonlit nights

To our hearts joy shall abound

I shall remember Sunday

The secrets of summer’s eve

Trusting in our Lord above

All sorrow thus shall leave.

(c) 2017 rickJstassi



binding sorrow

Do I trust God less in my shadowed day
with sight evading ever lighted way
I know of good things hoped for tomorrow
are here too today binding my sorrow.

(c) 2017 rickJstassi

love, faith, trust

I rarely feel,
in uncertain times,
I will see passage
to more forgiving climes.
Even knowing,
in steadfast love,
that passage begins
with descending dove.
Thus i forge ahead
where sea weds air,
and draw upon faith
for countenance fair.
But for closure to
this daily plod
it is trust that completes
this path to God.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

He is near


Calm me,
comfort this frail heart
at odds with that which
would sooner steal joy
and watch eager eyes
fail, only to winnow
places above the horizon
for certain clues
of the mystery
who is God
and is always near.

(c) 2017 rick stassi