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O, Love… All man surely has seen love – from mother’s eyes to mourning dove. Seen with naive, self-reasoned promise, there is a correct course, it’s only our own strayed, amiss. For the foundation of mankind shall defiantly unwind if he should believe power should cause true love to cower. So then in the face… Read more
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I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search. Psalm 77:6 (KJV) So, what is this song haunting so deep? Passed melodies I once did reap. I call upon darkened past To view a journey, shadow cast. In this shadow, I see… Read more
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“…he loved them unto the end” John 13:1 (KJV) seeking the sweetness of true love. bound to a series of feelings inside my heart, as it breaks daily allowing worldly collide. for love is a dream – an idea of rare things: gentle jonquils, sunsets, diamond rings. holding someone dear, in my arms, as scattered thoughts… Read more
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“He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler” Psalm 91:4 (NKJV) “By natural instinct she not only protects them, but calls them under that protection when she sees them in danger, not only keeps them safe, but cherishes them and keeps them… Read more
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Surely your turning of things upside down shall be esteemed as the potter‘s clay: for shall the work say of him that made it, He made me not? or shall the thing framed say of him that framed it, He had no understanding? Isaiah 29:16 (KJV) We cannot guide the Potter’s hand. We cannot influence the… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 