painting
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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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“How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” Psalm 137:4 (KJV) How shall I sing praise In this strange place? To souls ever harried – To a condescending race… How shall I love Those buried so deep? Cynical eyes turning to the Deception where they sleep… How shall I be A light of… Read more
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Spherical are my eyes. I view inward and see my core. Roving thoughts, depth is measured Years attained and those to be, Retrospect and future, I shall e’er explore. Spherical is my soul. Perfectly round circle – radius extends . Rotating around my vertical axis. Circle to Sphere – death to life. Spirituality, inner Spirit… Read more
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“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes I will give to eat from the tree of life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of God.” Revelations 2:7 (NKJV) How shall I measure my progress, Father above? The swallowing sea gives my faith an… Read more
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“Submit to God and be at peace with him; in this way prosperity will come to you.” Job 22:21 (NIV) What is submit? Compare submit as the giving of something to the abandoning of our very soul. A deep contrast. What we give or what we abandon. The first is easy. The transfer of something for one… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 