Poetry
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How lovely How free With You, God, Cradling me That I would know Your warming glow. To accept Your light, Your heart, Your Might, Into Thee I press My willing soul You do caress. It perplexes my reason For those who in These shorter days- This slowing season Would resist Foreheads gently kissed By You Read more
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Calloused and scarred, years take flight, Heart reels in chaos and lightless night. Yearning for comfort, Self shall try! But even to Self, hopelessly awry. As if a prisoner of Self, in a prison, Self made, All hidden faces striving not to fade. But Heart sees them, though be bound in meted gait O, how 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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Who am I? A man who is destined To love others? Seeing their shallow face With life’s thieving toll, Still loving their deep rooted soul. Who am I? A painter of pastel Colors on paper but Seeing glances fleeting… Eyes looking elsewhere, Should my heart really care? Who am I? A writer of words Graphite 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
Rick Stassi Poetry 