Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

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  • Hopeful Fall

    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… 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

  • 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

  • infinity mine

    I have thought beyond daily toil and seen hope rendered useless with simple conjecture. My self is vanity and a soul satisfied in ego is sorrowful emptiness. Alas help me grasp the planar vision of Jesus with all of life contained within four sides – each line seeking the infinite dutifully in each direction. I… Read more