Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

my life

  • a new worship

    storms ebb in pale gray dawn as first light stirs and eyes are rubbed in confusion – for a bit – as thoughts catch up to this moment. what we believe we cannot endure, soon is another victory claimed with the confidence bred in the aftermath. however, listen now and hear: true victory is realized… Read more

  • a time before

    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

  • tomorrow, not mine

    I had a vision about tomorrow, not mine. An unsettling, compelling, sorrowful sign. For following the sunshine of today, The skies and clouds turned murky gray. Was this a word from the Lord That my time here was a boat unmoored? And to golden paths i shall be drawn With sapphires and rubies to look… Read more

  • moment’s sigh

    weep not for crimson light disappearing into night peer east for ocher’s hue grand entrance for things new cry not for those who leave indulge a moment to bereave look instead to lively eyes which overshadow bluest skies solemnity makes senses aware far off light draws our stare knowing beauty for all to come shadows… Read more

  • pain

    All pain has already been endured. All emotion is but a short depleting burst to self-medicate those impossible things that seem desperately beyond our reach. When do i fully cross the line from temporal to eternal and allow all- encompassing hands to grasp this frail and hurting vessel that was knit and molded to be… Read more