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When early softness alights on tired golden fields, a scent embodies the morning. It is here that I am young again – waiting for the school bus on a country road without a thought of being older, but rather pleasant hope for an open seat next to someone sweet. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
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Long gone are those timesof somber sunsetsand restful nights.How I wish the feelingof breathingthe predawn airwould never end.Gardenia scent so richin late night dew-from outsideinto my arableformless soul,awaitingthe hands ofGodto sow and nurturea seed of lovein my tenderbut tired heart.(c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
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dream softly. feel air brush across somber downcast eyes. see more than the night desires. alone, pass from sorrow to joy within an outstretched love purposed for moments like these. (c) rick stassi Read more
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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 Read more
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Out of our self and into the soft field of colors and scents enveloping our sense and broadcasting within that we live for others because of One. (C) 2020 Rick Stassi For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that Read more
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