someone sweet

monet

Monet

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

tired heart

Paul Cezanne
Long gone are those times
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi

 

 

moments like these

CASSATT

Mary Cassatt

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

His sight

Hugh Cameron

“Buttercups and Daisies” Cameron 1881

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 through
a tear on our cheek,
a beautifully made
child with hope
and love for
all time.

HE is Risen

(c) 2020 Rick Stassi

field

Garden of Flowers Vincent van Gogh

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 those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.

2 Corinthians 5:14-15 NIV

He is Here

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Carefully metered
From once to soon,
Narrow path dividing
Thorns of wisdom and
Sirens of temptation –
Fields of life
With all fruitfulness
Beg contemplative
Thought born in
A loving God
Who is always there.

(c) 2020 Rick Stassi