Perfect Love

Do I really

float upon

whimsical seas?

Rudderless,

hopeless,

in random breeze.

Or does hope

arrive on

descended dove.

To lead,

to nurture,

with perfect love.

(C) 2021 Rick Stassi

dreams

Berthe Morisot

peering deep inside my soul,

fearless abyss awaits

my curious and peering eyes.

wandering

in the solitude of

darkness,

a black hole absorbs

light and childhood frivolity

holding onto the last glimpse

of innocence.

Why can I not see in to what

secretly peers out of the void?

I lost so many parts of my self

without a sound.

without knowing,

the dull pain of sadness

swallows carefree levity and

forgotten memories.

Holding sway, is

the stagnate air

surrounding

lost dreams I never knew

I had.

(c) 2021 Rick Stassi

My Father’s Love

Rembrandt

Clinging on to

wings of grief.

Fading, falling,

Autumn Leaf.

If I should bear a trifle more,

I fear I’d burst

to crystalline hoar.

Longing outward to

guardian gaze,

on deeper waters

soon to laze

to know then

as already known,

in my Father’s love

I’m never alone.

(c) 2021 Rick Stassi

A treatise on the world

How desperate these times
of angst and anger.
Of self-promotion
and egocentric reason.
I believe in God.
The one absolute,
and single point
of overarching redemption.
I believe the continual
creep of relativistic thought
and truth dilution
cannot dissolve
this absolute.
I believe in love
from a single point origin
where there are no conditions
and selfless focus holds sway.
I believe judgment is veiled with
a self-serving love –
a deception which is steeped
in the minds
of an unreasonable and
uncaring world.


Rick Stassi copyright 2021

Prayer for Humility

Struggling to give up
The predominance of self-centeredness.
The instinct for self-preservation,
Is surpassed by the need to look outward
In empathetic realization
That we as a whole are better
When we consider God,
And others,
Before ourselves.



Rick Stassi
Copyright 2021