Jesus
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I rarely feel, in uncertain times, I will see passage to more forgiving climes. Even knowing, in steadfast love, that passage begins with descending dove. Thus i forge ahead where sea weds air, and draw upon faith for countenance fair. But for closure to this daily plod it is trust that completes this path to… Read more
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Calm me, comfort this frail heart at odds with that which would sooner steal joy and watch eager eyes fail, only to winnow places above the horizon for certain clues of the mystery who is God and is always near. (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more
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cradle my soul with thoughts of you enlighten my sight above crimson and blue fashion my desires toward seeing your eyes deeply reflecting comfort arise how can I among these masses hear true love beat in a heart as it passes ground me forever on growing warmth knolls away from the tumult of thrashing sopped… Read more
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There is mercy on the wings of a dove. Alight! O Love, with peace to spare darkened, cold, wintry plight. How do eyes sunken in despair see outward to jeweled sunrise and know the hope of a new day? There is joy inside, steeping – ready to infuse all cells with new life. Just one… Read more
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I long to peer inside your heart to feel the things that urge new start. entrancing words roll off your tongue like the sheltering breezes boughs hide among. the imprint of wiser paths across impending icy field leads me upon stinging frost with progress’ fruitful yield. I yearn to see your face today and know… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 