Poetry
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dawn awakens in gasping air from a newborn. signs of divine birth abruptly fail confusion. in first breath, goodness knowing and godly peace is alive. (c) 2017 rick stassi Read more
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I have thought beyond daily toil and seen hope rendered useless with simple conjecture. My self is vanity and a soul satisfied in ego is sorrowful emptiness. Alas help me grasp the planar vision of Jesus with all of life contained within four sides – each line seeking the infinite dutifully in each direction. I Read more
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I long to see the lighter side where troubled heart shall soon abide engaging glances from heavenly will seeking refuge in waters still. I want to see the warming sky where mind contemplates God on high enraging a world so temporally serene finding rest on meadows green. (c) 2017 rickjstassi Read more
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I rarely feel, in uncertain times, I will see passage to more forgiving climes. Even knowing, in steadfast love, that passage begins with descending dove. Thus i forge ahead where sea weds air, and draw upon faith for countenance fair. But for closure to this daily plod it is trust that completes this path to Read more
