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Maybe the soul is the intersection of the empirical universe and the whole of personality. For time is the vessel where the temporal nature of things bide and beyond, heaven beckons timeless. Gaze upon the stars see sad eyes wilting in their own light – or look to the hopeless and find a difference. Bind… Read more
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how beautiful is this day with fragrant fields harboring dew captured on tiny leaves replenishing and nourishing how sweet the melody rising and discordant sounds failing to resonant streams knit note by note falling upon my wanting ears awaken with beautiful smile as sadness is forgotten and hope transitions from things wrought yesterday to trust… Read more
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“Then said he, Give me thy hand; so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon solid Ground, and bid him go on his way.“ O, that You would be ever toward me to comfort in times of despair and offer a hand for respite from burden when solid… Read more
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where would I be if not with God? entrenched in cunning vanity on worn saddened paths. I am overcome by my plight of undisciplined boldness wrought in self might leading to thorny briar. O, I can ponder the ends of the night sky wandering in emptiness based on vain premise. thoughts of grandeur born so… Read more
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Your oversight of precious worth Sustaining life apart from mirth Blind to glances of loving care Leaving lost senses unaware Despair’s song the mourning dove sings You were meant to hear such things Shadows hide the sunlit glare In hidden darkness a lifeless lair But O, the mist of early rain A calming tear is… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 