peacefully arrived

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Van  Gogh

Shall times of peace be nevermore?
Accordingly amidst a toil-
My heart is hardly arable soil,
Feebly tranquil in unloving lore.

Spying under harboring stones,
I seek a foreshadowing need-
In a language I cannot read,
Increasing my heart bemoans.

Alas in grateful revelation,
A sound clearer than once before –
God beckoning through the narrow door.
Peacefully arrived to cessation.

(c) 2011 – 2019 Rick J Stassi

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eternal life

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Mary Cassatt

Morning comes on judgement day,
Cool breeze crisp in gentle sway.
Have I success in eternal rise?
Or fearful fall into earthly guise.
When the sun shall set this night,
It’s with my God dear hearts unite.

(c) 2011-2019 rick j stassi

the narrow line

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The narrow line
between Earth and Sky
the softness of your gaze.
The hope instilled
in gentle breeze
reminding of your ways.
I drift along
the earth and sky
in self-determined might
Until such time
I contemplate
a worthless daily fight.
In reflection
I’m astonished by
persistence toward my heart.
In times that pass
and future awaiting
Love shall not soon part.

(c) 2011 – 2019 rick j stassi