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



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winter born on fragile brown
wondering heartbeats make no sound
save promise whispering in cold recline
O hopeful promise soon be mine





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



van_goghO, 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.



a beacon

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Paul Klee

Hope follows lightly
when despair reaps its day
a beacon shines in tired eyes
I see impassioned way.



joy’s new day

degas man


The person held more self-assured
The soul dissolves in vain absurd
The heart awakens in clarity’s gaze
The personal joy in newborn days

(c) 2017 rick stassi