tired heart

Paul Cezanne
Long gone are those times
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi

 

 

#BLM -a response

Maybe it is time 
to look at current events 
from a higher perspective. 
The brutality and response 
symbolize a
systemic, societal problem
that is part of our country's history.
Outstretch hands of humility
in compassion and empathy.
Offer ears and hearts  
ready to listen. 
The twinge of resistance  
is buried in deep pride. 
We have everything to gain 
as a society rich in diverse culture. 
Black lives matter, 
and yes it is true, 
all lives matter, 
but in response to the current cry, 
is unfortunately steeped in pride
and the wrong response. 
The ego of privilege 
is so ingrained in white lives, 
we are scratching and clawing  
in resistance. This is not the solution. 
The solution is listening with humility.  
Reaching out with compassion. 
Offer a love that is from  Jesus. 
Then we can hope to reach  
new middle ground.  

(C) 2020 Rick Stassi