God loves
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A breeze this morn reminds me when everything was safe within. Before the storm of careless youth, when rarely did I seek the truth. I cherish time that has clearly surpassed, destruction pushing toward shadowed morass. As presently the new-found sun appears, I shan’t ever lay eyes on irreverent fears. (c) Rick Stassi 2017 Read more
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How i long for times, far away in youthful rhymes. To see things in an optimistic light, when dour shapes should soon take flight. Those are days of hope-filled smiles separated from loathsome defiles. Laughter is the tone of the day ushering sadness far, far away. I dreamed about a these times of grace with… Read more
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So quiet comes the new day. Over the hills of the east the light greets the west without urgency bravely conquering darkness. Senses greet harvest fields as damp alfalfa is raked deftly into endless rows. A cyclic season as stubble remains for next year’s fodder. When is my next season? I lean toward the merciful… Read more
