my life
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who do you weep for, willow? You, certain of your roots seeking solace as well your leaves from light ever faithful… yet I wonder – is there sadness? do you hasten to where you cannot go? so much holds you where you are and gives that on which you thrive. you shout to the heavens… Read more
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my bare feet stung as i walked across the grass blanketed with hoarfrost to the warm light a short distance away from an inviting cottage an embracing glow upon a flame streaming through the window that beckoned me to walk a prickly path numb into the heart of God where I was welcomed with response… Read more
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And always I shall listen for You, in the still of night and morning’s dew O joy that rises with the sun, it is to Your arms I now will run. for trust and hope clasping hands are the calming breeze – that faith commands. my angst-ridden soul begs begone O fear, knowing Love eternally… Read more
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in my continued progress, time is relentless. opting temporarily cessation, to extend roots and grow a bit. i’ll be like a flower with petals lithe, color-bright, for another small season. but O my soul soon writhing – the struggle and bleating of this one lost, wandering… Would green grass illude? How fast the slope entraps. Spellbound in… Read more
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Walking further unto winter’s night When geese and swans have long taken flight. The steel-cold winds cuts my heart in half – I can bear no longer his icy laugh. I have illusion – a semblance of warm and dry Yet hope avoids a heart so awry. I dig ever deeper seeking strength for flight… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 