His sight

Hugh Cameron

“Buttercups and Daisies” Cameron 1881

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 through
a tear on our cheek,
a beautifully made
child with hope
and love for
all time.

HE is Risen

(c) 2020 Rick Stassi

tumult

signori sun

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

faithful spring

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Monet

cradle my soul
with thoughts of you
enlighten my sight
above crimson and blue

fashion my desires
toward seeing your eyes
deeply reflecting
comfort arise

how can I
among these masses
hear true love beat
in a heart as it passes

ground me forever
on growing warmth knolls
away from the tumult
of thrashing sopped shoals

and dreaming softly
of melody rising
resolving chaotic chord
our hearts thus apprising

so rest us now
away winter’s sting
as pleasing wind winnows
with God’s faithful spring

(c) 2016-2017 rick stassi

open door

rembrandt-eyes

I long to peer
inside your heart
to feel the things
that urge new start.
entrancing words
roll off your tongue
like the sheltering breezes
boughs hide among.
the imprint of wiser paths
across impending icy field
leads me upon stinging frost
with progress’ fruitful yield.
I yearn to see your face today
and know a warmth once more
to travel on my pilgrim’s path
and pass through open door.

(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi