spring rain



Character held is surely defined,
by moments poised in a single line.
The ability to see and clearly hear
the messages borne from a passed year.
I hope i can be that man
who seems to go to things at hand –
to embrace the path he walks upon
and never dwells on passages gone.
I pray my wanderings are not pretend
and I’ll cross the Jordan to journey’s end.
O darkened sky shall not disdain
a promise given is God’s spring rain.



Future passed

degas sky


Fascinating, sanguine life.
Forever, seeming, beautiful, waiting …
The Jordan streaming,
hewn from stone.
that bedrock for all time.
O to grasp at last
the crimson cord,
and gaze upon future passed.


O contentment


Edgar Degas

Love as a wonder and beauty serene;
I wander within your eyes.
The depth of closeness is ever seen
in hopeful azure skies.

I hardly doubt a moment passed;
though doubt shall have its day.
To know forever’s gaze shall last,
O pardoned soul hold sway.

Final time is river crossed;
to sup with King on high!
Joy shall not ever be lost;
smile on contented sigh.


greater will


Childe Hassam

I wonder in color,
dream in vivid hue.
count blessings on hands and feet,
awaken amid waxing blue

The days ever so bitter,
the time ever so lost.
all safely tucked away now,
forgotten tattered and tossed.

Optism is the brighter way,
joy is better still.
when hope and trust in greater things,
are resting in Father’s will.

(c) 2018 Rick Stassi

a loving respect


I sat often in the backseat
of my papa’s 1953 Buick –
a beautiful machine,
always driven with precision.
It had a smooth sound
and was comfortable in the
expansive back seat, all mine.
My grandmother was a special co-pilot –
opening the garage and closing it.
I sat on driver side of the backseat
and looked at the wrinkles
in the back of his neck.
Several deep horizontal lines,
like rows and rows of grape vines.
Wrinkles created from farming –
planting, pruning and nurturing in the field.
The vines grow in the vineyard from
a wild-rooted base.
Grafted into a life of
fruitful growth.
The graft brought lineage and freedom
from disease to its host.
These memories are deeply rooted
in my life, shaping future from the past.
I long for and cherish such parts of life
where God shows Hs masterful
hand in our lives
so we will always know
He is there.