the narrow line

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The narrow line
between Earth and Sky
the softness of your gaze.
The hope instilled
in gentle breeze
reminding of your ways.
I drift along
the earth and sky
in self-determined might
Until such time
I contemplate
a worthless daily fight.
In reflection
I’m astonished by
persistence toward my heart.
In times that pass
and future awaiting
Love shall not soon part.

(c) 2011 – 2019 rick j stassi

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Wond’ring beyond –
where a place
I have yet to know
mingles with what
is no longer enough.
How I wish to know more
as innocence joins
with curiosity
led by the spirit of
God’s will.

(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi

overlooking

How I quarrel
with what i need
and what I desire.
I quickly depart
from yesterday
with hopes of finding
a new light
to fill a hole
in this temporal mind;
overlooking
the cry for
love and understanding
in this eternal
soul.

(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi 

reason

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Resisting the imminent
postmodern presence
is akin to a man
opposing a glacier.
Should hatred
prevail in a world
where love must?
Reason is the eventual
catalyst of man
finding God
and showing
a deeper
kindness to all.

(c) 2011-2019 Rick Stassi

Love, so true

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Clausen

The overwhelming light
of tomorrow’s day.
When hope is greater
than the sum of dreams
broken in forgotten time.
Optimism wins
as half-empty glasses
pour out onto surfaces
for tepid fate.
Give me hope and
dreams eternal!
Let me abide within
arms of comfort and
sacred sanctuary.
You offer a heart
filled with promise anew;
love forgotten becomes love
so true.

(c) 2011-2018 Rick Stassi

Dust

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Picasso

Aligned with vanity,
So much disappears
That holds hope;
That leads thought;
That blows away.
The dust knows not
The wind nor the ground –
Making peace with each
once, in a while.
Can it be my soul?
A foot on the rung
That Ascends,
Temporal to eternal.
Or, the heart of faith?
Firmly grounded in perspective
Greater than a day.

How shall I be?
Who am I now?

The heavenly voice
Engraved on my heart,
Shall ever be
The place where my soul
Is firmly cleaved.
And I shall be revived.

“My soul clings to the dust;
Revive me according to Your word.”
Ps 119 25,26