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These times shall occur, Oft wanted so, A loving touch A celestial glow. Eyes that look Deep into despair, To carry the burden, My heart cannot bear. Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022 Read more
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Do I really float upon whimsical seas? Rudderless, hopeless, in random breeze. Or does hope arrive on descended dove. To lead, to nurture, with perfect love. (C) 2021 Rick Stassi Read more
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I seek holistic wisdom, Beyond my furthest reaches. To cast out temporal leanings, Embracing God who teaches Rick Stassi Copyright 2021 Read more
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The dried grasses of late summer are bending and sprawling from dew borne on the cooler night of a changing season. Slumber is rejuvenation and dreams encapsulate fanciful recounts of life thus far. Embracing change is shedding the old skin of the past with renewal to behold new life. Weather abides and turns dismal with Read more
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When early softness alights on tired golden fields, a scent embodies the morning. It is here that I am young again – waiting for the school bus on a country road without a thought of being older, but rather pleasant hope for an open seat next to someone sweet. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 