Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

Jesus

  • Hopeful Fall

    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… Read more

  • arrived

    Attesting to what I cannot see knowing what I can truly be seeing inside with purity’s eyes refreshing splash of bluer skies avoiding moments surely contrived feeling I have nearly arrived. (c) 2017 rickjstassi Read more

  • His hands

    Silent hands hold me In darkness, light obstructs fear I know divine joy. (c) 2017 Rick Stassi Read more

  • bluer skies

    Panning west with eyes of rust seeking closure in crimson trust rest awaits in hallowed clouds as God Himself harvests fields plowed the west is where life must end and rotation controls all light to send and when at last I close my eyes God awakens me in bluer skies. (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more

  • Obscurity

    Clouds and obscurity – these visions of silver linings and all things that are yet to be. Take me to deeper places and give me eyes of clarity from which to see you and know as you know. Let my heart break for the ones bound without hope – entrusting vanity on deceptive plains. Give… Read more