Confidence

Van Gogh

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

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