bitterness

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Pablo Picasso

Lost often in days I’ve wrought,
trembling and bound in veiled knot.
The morning relieves a dreadful night,
as warming comes in hopeful light.

Should I in weakness stride anew?
Or pity failing in harboring dew.
This lack that wreaks on endless walk,
grasping for more than fruitless talk.

I dislike my downturn from certain way,
to languish as some restless prey.
The peace that comes on dove’s soft wing,
is the peace I seek in everything.

(c) rick stassi

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tumult

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Loriann Signori

Away the rushing water sends,
Beckoned limits crushing ends.
Tumult stirs me in my sleep,
Drowning, falling, abysmal deep.
For just a moment if thoughts surmise,
Sudden hope shall draw my eyes.
Off on horizon’s razor line,
Penetrating light of eternal shine
Comforting call surrounds in peace
As God Himself instills release.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

in God alone

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Mary Cassatt

In God alone,
I strive to
place my eyes
where my heart
shall soon follow.

Only in my solitude
shall I truly be
sound in judgment
as focus thus waxes and
lucidity pervades.

I see my soul,
now, as He
has always seen
and all too soon
I shall emanate joy.

 

(c) 2017 rickstassi

Hopeful Fall

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Edgar Degas

Summer quietly comes and stays
exposing most of my restless ways.
Apathetic breeze blows without reason;
cringing heart decries this season.
I wonder if, after all,
my life will settle upon hopeful Fall.
And wringing hands of sultry ways
will cool with sight on cooler days.
Peace subsides with downcast eyes
as darker days mask bluer skies.
And a smile returns to malleable soul
as God Himself shall make me whole.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

Upon Grassy Knoll

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Flailing arms
In a panicked sea
Determined currents
Fashioned for me.
Are there vessels
That purposefully float
On meaningful ways
Ushered by words God wrote?
Should I swim
Against icy torrent
Listlessly failing
All motivation spent,
Or calmly believe
Life for eternity
Is more than existing
In trifled monotony.
I weep for those
In existential pride
Who toil all their days
To hear purposed confide.
A whisper of truth
Flies far overhead
This moment’s reveal
Now left for dead.
And hope appears
On ancient scroll
That finds me at peace
Upon grassy knoll.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi