Category Archives: a cry

these times

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“Sail at moonrise” Rick Stassi 2022

These times shall occur,

Oft wanted so,

A loving touch

A celestial glow.

Eyes that look

Deep into despair,

To carry the burden,

My heart cannot bear.

Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022

Perfect Love

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

your season

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Renoir

The dried grasses of late summer

are bending and sprawling

from dew borne on

the cooler night of a changing season.

Slumber is rejuvenation and dreams

encapsulate fanciful recounts of

life thus far.

Embracing change is

shedding the old skin of the past with

renewal to behold new life.

Weather abides and

turns dismal with fog once again

hovering above the earth as the icy

hoarfrost blankets the ground

to ensure no coldness escapes.

It is natural and it is essential.

As the last rusty leaf from the sycamore falls,

I am reminded all things are as God intends.

Take a deep breath and be reborn into

the change in this, your season.

(C) 2020 Rick Stassi