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 

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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

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

wind

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Where on the earth
Does the cold wind end?
I should wish to be,
Right where it quits,
All tired from blowing with
Low pressure fits.
Does wind just fall
Upon awaiting ground,
Continuing to death,
Without a sound?
To join once more
In softly seen air –
Gently brush your cheek,
Muss up your hair.
The wind shall kiss
In quiet delay
The forehead of sweetness,
In love’s sweet obey.