Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

love

  • 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

  • a pilgrim’s rest

    I think about Autumn that haggard face at night the light that ushers in another time and softens all of my might. I wonder what life beyond brings adventure in ocherous hues resting soul shall embrace this time sky’s color shift from blues. The Lord’s present glory is nigh I pause for one last thought… Read more

  • divine birth

    dawn awakens in gasping air from a newborn. signs of divine birth abruptly fail confusion. in first breath, goodness knowing and godly peace is alive. (c) 2017 rick stassi 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