Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

a voice

  • always here

    Maybe the soul is the intersection of the empirical universe and the whole of personality. For time is the vessel where the temporal nature of things bide and beyond, heaven beckons timeless. Gaze upon the stars see sad eyes wilting in their own light – or look to the hopeless and find a difference. Bind… Read more

  • how beautiful

    how beautiful is this day with fragrant fields harboring dew captured on tiny leaves replenishing and nourishing how sweet the melody rising and discordant sounds failing to resonant streams knit note by note falling upon my wanting ears awaken with beautiful smile as sadness is forgotten and hope transitions from things wrought yesterday to trust… Read more

  • a new worship

    storms ebb in pale gray dawn as first light stirs and eyes are rubbed in confusion – for a bit – as thoughts catch up to this moment. what we believe we cannot endure, soon is another victory claimed with the confidence bred in the aftermath. however, listen now and hear: true victory is realized… Read more

  • beyond blue

    “Then said he, Give me thy hand; so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon solid Ground, and bid him go on his way.“ O, that You would be ever toward me to comfort in times of despair and offer a hand for respite from burden when solid… Read more

  • smile

    will you smile on wandering path that leads from the end of childhood to the presence of today’s sunlight? will you smile from destructive choice and thoughts of injured past to the willful audience with the Lord listening above? will you smile at things once amiss or a mother’s kiss and tales of imagination a… Read more