tumult

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Loriann Signori

Away the rushing water sends,
Beckoned limits crushing ends.
Tumult stirs me in my sleep,
Drowning, falling, abysmal deep.
For just a moment if thoughts surmise,
Sudden hope shall draw my eyes.
Off on horizon’s razor line,
Penetrating light of eternal shine
Comforting call surrounds in peace
As God Himself instills release.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

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baby blue

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bitterness follows
grey over blue
when wonder turns to fear
horizon blurrs
blending
sky to earth.
I know it is hard
seeing inside
feeling numb –
praying where are You
to watch over me?
but you know, baby blue, you know.
you know your walk
is not so easy.
it is frayed-
unraveled at times.
but you smile and your eyes
sparkle and love is imparted
on my misty eyes.
a smile casts away demons
because it is given by God
who you always really know,
is there.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

still azure

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Pissarro

the kindness I seek
Is deep within your eyes.
a gentle smile so warm
like still azure skies.
i reach out to feel
the strength in your hand
confiding outward trust
I cannot understand.
the faith that is gained
in a vessel hard-pressed
promises love eternal
in surreal breaths of rest.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

forevermore

Mary Cassatt-boy

Mary Cassatt

I sigh
in measured moments
waiting to embrace
a sacred smile
and piercing
guardian eyes
bringing blue skies
to overcome
the gray emptiness
settling over a
barren soul.

The stillness
of impending rain
before air liquefies
in bursts of hope
and I know the rain
on autumn’s eve
above the cedar’s reach
in rising hope can fall
from the veils of angst
and God is with me
to days forevermore.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

in God alone

Mary Cassat girl

Mary Cassatt

In God alone,
I strive to
place my eyes
where my heart
shall soon follow.

Only in my solitude
shall I truly be
sound in judgment
as focus thus waxes and
lucidity pervades.

I see my soul,
now, as He
has always seen
and all too soon
I shall emanate joy.

 

(c) 2017 rickstassi

changes

O that I should prosper
if the music stops.
It is the quiet angst of a failing melody.
The dove’s cry wanes
as anxious sun rises
procuring new thoughts
onto old frames.
I bid farewell to summer days
as all too much of my elan
languishes on apathetic and stale
warm winds soon to cede to northern
breezes harboring watercolor changes
and freezing still waters.
The traveling birds are ready
for a journey onto warmer leas
and I, for lack of much else,
also feel ready for a change.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi