Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

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  • when I die

    When I die, am i cast away o’er forever oceans upon dream’s sway? Or, to vast eternal ethereal light loathe of darkness and void of fright? I think journey’s fair end I see, is a place in God’s heart for me. (c) 2016-2017 rick stassi Read more

  • floating

    unfalling, floating still life – a wingspan fortress. forward motion extinct and time is motionless. I hear my heart in soft meter among these days of solitude… a gentle updraft respects the greater pull of élan in overt disregard for earth and sea. (c) 2016-2017 rick stassi Read more

  • faithful spring

    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… Read more

  • after death

    There is mercy on the wings of a dove. Alight! O Love, with peace to spare darkened, cold, wintry plight. How do eyes sunken in despair see outward to jeweled sunrise and know the hope of a new day? There is joy inside, steeping – ready to infuse all cells with new life. Just one… Read more

  • The Pilgrims of the Dispersion

    Originally posted on Rick Stassi Poetry: 1 Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to the strangers scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia, 2 Elect according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, through sanctification of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling of the blood of Jesus Christ: Grace unto you, and peace, be… Read more