Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

Scripture

  • He hears…

    O Lord bless my soul Remove the blight That casts a shadow Over the purest white Linen of a spring lamb. O Light gaze anew Dissolve the tepid Frivolous dark nature Of temporary forgetfulness to Renew yet again. O Love blossom Make my heart alive, refreshed Fruitfully stamped With virtuous approval My hand in Yours. Read more

  • the new times

    “O hardened heart!” cries the stone, Alas, failing beauty, the flowers bemoan. Green to brown, grasses sad fanfare, Breeze entwined in thistle, cool respite rare. For man alone awaits those days – “The new times, better times”, he vacantly prays. Impatiently wringing, hands gnarly worn. Overtly succumbed, contrived and forlorn. New softening light eases the Read more

  • hope

    no longer a memory, but an ethereal gesture or a heavenly breeze and a wisp of a surreal exhale – old and new, beginning and ending – permanently a part of all things  made new from the blemished and the famished to lucidly pure crystalline stone through which to see the face of our Lord. Read more

  • sigh of love

    Embrace the sweetness of sorrow to show a tender side or regale an outburst of laughter pretentious cover, vulnerability deride. Embrace the moments of melancholy those times of in-between hidden, only shall churn within rather than certain demeanor seen. Embrace the secrets of sadness for depth is surely sought and brazen outward countenance vanity surely Read more

  • cloudless skies blue

    “He that saith he abideth in him ought himself also so to walk, even as he walked” 1 John 2:6 (KJV) I peer inside from the outside – It is cold out here and there is a fast-closing distance between us. There within seen are familiar comforts I know, Peaceful and pleasant is the unspoken invitation for Read more