Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

a cry

  • binding sorrow

    Do I trust God less in my shadowed day with sight evading ever lighted way I know of good things hoped for tomorrow are here too today binding my sorrow. (c) 2017 rickJstassi Read more

  • love, faith, trust

    I rarely feel, in uncertain times, I will see passage to more forgiving climes. Even knowing, in steadfast love, that passage begins with descending dove. Thus i forge ahead where sea weds air, and draw upon faith for countenance fair. But for closure to this daily plod it is trust that completes this path to… Read more

  • He is near

    Calm me, comfort this frail heart at odds with that which would sooner steal joy and watch eager eyes fail, only to winnow places above the horizon for certain clues of the mystery who is God and is always near. (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more

  • floating

    unfalling, floating still life – a wingspan fortress. forward motion extinct and time is motionless. I hear my heart in soft meter among these days of solitude… a gentle updraft respects the greater pull of élan in overt disregard for earth and sea. (c) 2016-2017 rick stassi Read more

  • after death

    There is mercy on the wings of a dove. Alight! O Love, with peace to spare darkened, cold, wintry plight. How do eyes sunken in despair see outward to jeweled sunrise and know the hope of a new day? There is joy inside, steeping – ready to infuse all cells with new life. Just one… Read more