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

 

 

Plea

klee-sunset

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

in God’s arms

Childe Hassam

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.

peacefully arrived

Van Gogh.jpg

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