Category Archives: idle thoughts

these times

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“Sail at moonrise” Rick Stassi 2022

These times shall occur,

Oft wanted so,

A loving touch

A celestial glow.

Eyes that look

Deep into despair,

To carry the burden,

My heart cannot bear.

Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022

Perfect Love

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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

dreams

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Berthe Morisot

peering deep inside my soul,

fearless abyss awaits

my curious and peering eyes.

wandering

in the solitude of

darkness,

a black hole absorbs

light and childhood frivolity

holding onto the last glimpse

of innocence.

Why can I not see in to what

secretly peers out of the void?

I lost so many parts of my self

without a sound.

without knowing,

the dull pain of sadness

swallows carefree levity and

forgotten memories.

Holding sway, is

the stagnate air

surrounding

lost dreams I never knew

I had.

(c) 2021 Rick Stassi

My Father’s Love

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Rembrandt

Clinging on to

wings of grief.

Fading, falling,

Autumn Leaf.

If I should bear a trifle more,

I fear I’d burst

to crystalline hoar.

Longing outward to

guardian gaze,

on deeper waters

soon to laze

to know then

as already known,

in my Father’s love

I’m never alone.

(c) 2021 Rick Stassi

A treatise on the world

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How desperate these times
of angst and anger.
Of self-promotion
and egocentric reason.
I believe in God.
The one absolute,
and single point
of overarching redemption.
I believe the continual
creep of relativistic thought
and truth dilution
cannot dissolve
this absolute.
I believe in love
from a single point origin
where there are no conditions
and selfless focus holds sway.
I believe judgment is veiled with
a self-serving love –
a deception which is steeped
in the minds
of an unreasonable and
uncaring world.


Rick Stassi copyright 2021

Confidence

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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