The sheltering song
Of overwhelming love,
Alights upon my heart
On the wings of a dove.
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Category Archives: He hears
Dust
Picasso
Aligned with vanity,
So much disappears
That holds hope;
That leads thought;
That blows away.
The dust knows not
The wind nor the ground –
Making peace with each
once, in a while.
Can it be my soul?
A foot on the rung
That Ascends,
Temporal to eternal.
Or, the heart of faith?
Firmly grounded in perspective
Greater than a day.
How shall I be?
Who am I now?
The heavenly voice
Engraved on my heart,
Shall ever be
The place where my soul
Is firmly cleaved.
And I shall be revived.
“My soul clings to the dust;
Revive me according to Your word.”
Ps 119 25,26
greater will
Childe Hassam
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
joy
Winter stark,
daily dark,
happiness slips away.
Born anew,
brighter hue,
joy is here to stay.
Rick
promise
Korovin
winter born on fragile brown
wondering heartbeats make no sound
save promise whispering in cold recline
O hopeful promise soon be mine
bitterness
Pablo Picasso
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
Solace
O, those ways of drawing
curious and inquisitive
thoughts from deep
within my hopeful mind;
I cower in the forward
and steep in the grace
of the backward.
Where is now and how
do I anchor this
vessel on present moorings
to really see life in
three phases:
with tomorrow
hovering and yesterday’s
covering and today
marking step in steady
pace for true solace.
rick
