a beacon

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Paul Klee

Hope follows lightly
when despair reaps its day
a beacon shines in tired eyes
I see impassioned way.

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still azure

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Pissarro

the kindness I seek
Is deep within your eyes.
a gentle smile so warm
like still azure skies.
i reach out to feel
the strength in your hand
confiding outward trust
I cannot understand.
the faith that is gained
in a vessel hard-pressed
promises love eternal
in surreal breaths of rest.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

forevermore

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Mary Cassatt

I sigh
in measured moments
waiting to embrace
a sacred smile
and piercing
guardian eyes
bringing blue skies
to overcome
the gray emptiness
settling over a
barren soul.

The stillness
of impending rain
before air liquefies
in bursts of hope
and I know the rain
on autumn’s eve
above the cedar’s reach
in rising hope can fall
from the veils of angst
and God is with me
to days forevermore.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

mindfulness

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Degas

In the evening of these waning days,
my heart reaches out to gather
times past.
Thoughts are obsessed with memory
elixirs easing stinging
effects of this breath.
Mind not to rest in
haunting enemies of the past.
Rather, delight in love then and now.
As I hold onto the light
that has nurtured me this lifetime,
I see a family with a young child.
My tears reflect time passed
too quickly with many moments
gone in oversight.
I want time back
and I need that child
to release me into the fullness
of my adulthood.
A glance and a smile promises
hope of such escape.
Acknowledge a thought and
bid it farewell
to accept newer times
in brighter days
absorbed in green leas
in sheltering skies.
It is here that
I shall grow old.

(c) rick stassi 2017

Hopeful Fall

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Edgar Degas

Summer quietly comes and stays
exposing most of my restless ways.
Apathetic breeze blows without reason;
cringing heart decries this season.
I wonder if, after all,
my life will settle upon hopeful Fall.
And wringing hands of sultry ways
will cool with sight on cooler days.
Peace subsides with downcast eyes
as darker days mask bluer skies.
And a smile returns to malleable soul
as God Himself shall make me whole.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

a pilgrim’s rest

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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
to cross the Jordan to my rest
a pilgrim’s end thus sought.

Alas the trials of a day
preclude this hasty feat
as precious joy arises now
and delays the Mercy seat.

I wonder then, what life should bring
in orange and tangerine
more time for faith to build upon
a godly life serene.

(c) 2017 rick stassi