I wonder if I’d found some way,
to circumvent those fruitless tries,
truly to avoid –
by some degree,
a pocketful of
When these questions might’ve been asked,
subject seldom was ever raised,
but now answers –
take life’s past portions
and blend with present’s
Strong is the pull
to Mother’s womb
a time of innocence
gone so soon.
Stronger is inherent drive
to Father’s gaze
a time for worthiness
reverence and praise.
a cry, a day, a voice, God loves, heaven, hopeful, idle thoughts, Jesus, joy, love, Need God, Peace, Poetry.
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 cry, a day, a voice, find God, God loves, He hears, heaven, hopeful, idle thoughts, Jesus, joy, love, my life, Need God, painting, Peace, Poetry, thoughts.
happiness slips away.
joy is here to stay.
winter born on fragile brown
wondering heartbeats make no sound
save promise whispering in cold recline
O hopeful promise soon be mine
a cry, a day, a voice, God loves, He hears, heaven, hopeful, idle thoughts, Jesus, love, my life, painting, Peace, Poetry.
Lost often in days I’ve wrought,
trembling and bound in veiled knot.
The morning relieves a dreadful night,
as warming comes in hopeful light.
Should I in weakness stride anew?
Or pity failing in harboring dew.
This lack that wreaks on endless walk,
grasping for more than fruitless talk.
I dislike my downturn from certain way,
to languish as some restless prey.
The peace that comes on dove’s soft wing,
is the peace I seek in everything.
(c) rick stassi
Hope follows lightly
when despair reaps its day
a beacon shines in tired eyes
I see impassioned way.
a cry, a day, a voice, find God, God loves, He hears, heaven, hopeful, hopeless, idle thoughts, love, my life, Need God, thoughts.