Do I really
float upon
whimsical seas?
Rudderless,
hopeless,
in random breeze.
Or does hope
arrive on
descended dove.
To lead,
to nurture,
with perfect love.
(C) 2021 Rick Stassi
Perfect Love
Category Archives: hopeless
Confidence
Poised in moonlight,
confident of the coming dawn.
The sun rolls ever westward
followed by sorrowful souls
crying in the despair of the postmodern
world peering over the horizon
with a hope of renewal.
Ultimate untethered freedom
is not freedom at all
but rather rules abounding with
near impossible obedience.
Lament those who cannot see
the dilution of one truth –
the moral decay
and sweat of many
gods vying for dominance.
Behold there is
an unwavering absolute.
He is alive and smiles
at His children who
pass on the toils of the flesh
to fall on their knees
and pray to the God
who is Absolute
and the cornerstone of
all morality through His Spirit
to souls seeking and persevering
in One Love.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
tired heart
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
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
Plea
Paul Klee
clear and greener are the paths
that join with azure
ceiling splash with a
two-toned horizon of dissected hues,
one line – separating
spirit and body.
setting sun encourages moon-
warming source
leaves far too soon.
the lesser looks askance –
spying in a night-glance
where sad hearts cry.
I wonder as a melody fills
my infiltrating slumber
like a silent serpentine rill.
where upon my soul is heaven cast?
help me in my plea
for fervent trust
and a love that shall
ever last.
(C) 2011-2020 rick stassi
slumber
Mary Cassatt “The Child’s Caress”
Autumn prepares slumber
For Summer’s final despair and
Quiet transition
From optimism to the
Reality of shorter days.
(c) 2011 – 2019 Rick Stassi
Prayer
Within the core of my humble heart,
Desiring to be set apart.
When pure white dove does alight,
Born of God’s one true light.
(c) 2011-2019 rick stassi
in God’s arms
Childe Hassam
the slowness of breath
in longest days,
protects and restores;
heart subtly seeks,
in beautiful ways.
alas dying leaf
signaling change,
reminds in colors;
texture of old,
my limited range
the sureness of light
in bathing love,
reassembles hope;
sepia dreams pass,
in arms from Above.
temporal defeat
Cezanne
forever in the lens of days
the amber veil soon decays.
we’ll see ourselves in living eyes
penetration of temporal disguise.
God knows our pure heartbeat
He imparts in us worldly defeat.
rick j stassi
(c) 2011-2019
peacefully arrived
Van Gogh
Shall times of peace be nevermore?
Accordingly amidst a toil-
My heart is hardly arable soil,
Feebly tranquil in unloving lore.
Spying under harboring stones,
I seek a foreshadowing need-
In a language I cannot read,
Increasing my heart bemoans.
Alas in grateful revelation,
A sound clearer than once before –
God beckoning through the narrow door.
Peacefully arrived to cessation.
(c) 2011 – 2019 Rick J Stassi
overlooking
How I quarrel
with what i need
and what I desire.
I quickly depart
from yesterday
with hopes of finding
a new light
to fill a hole
in this temporal mind;
overlooking
the cry for
love and understanding
in this eternal
soul.
(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi
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