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Long gone are those timesof somber sunsetsand restful nights.How I wish the feelingof breathingthe predawn airwould never end.Gardenia scent so richin late night dew-from outsideinto my arableformless soul,awaitingthe hands ofGodto sow and nurturea seed of lovein my tenderbut tired heart.(c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
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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… Read more
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A moment without God The amber hue of our inward vision is mired in doubt. Flee to greener leas of godly peace to wisdom in waters deep and love serene. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
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dream softly. feel air brush across somber downcast eyes. see more than the night desires. alone, pass from sorrow to joy within an outstretched love purposed for moments like these. (c) rick stassi Read more
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Seek the sight of HE whose eyes penetrate our sorrow. Finding those times of self-disdain permeated from deep inside- painting the ugliness we see in the glass. For thus is an ill-gotten plan to destroy and draw us way from the hope that His sight will show us, through a prism of divine light passing… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 