inner man



new inner man.
child upon lightness;
sheltered from darkness.
away! amber delay.
fear to One,
find my way.





greater will


Childe Hassam

I wonder in color,
dream in vivid hue.
count blessings on hands and feet,
awaken amid waxing blue

The days ever so bitter,
the time ever so lost.
all safely tucked away now,
forgotten tattered and tossed.

Optism is the brighter way,
joy is better still.
when hope and trust in greater things,
are resting in Father’s will.

(c) 2018 Rick Stassi

a beacon

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Paul Klee

Hope follows lightly
when despair reaps its day
a beacon shines in tired eyes
I see impassioned way.



joy’s new day

degas man


The person held more self-assured
The soul dissolves in vain absurd
The heart awakens in clarity’s gaze
The personal joy in newborn days

(c) 2017 rick stassi



signori sun

Loriann Signori

Away the rushing water sends,
Beckoned limits crushing ends.
Tumult stirs me in my sleep,
Drowning, falling, abysmal deep.
For just a moment if thoughts surmise,
Sudden hope shall draw my eyes.
Off on horizon’s razor line,
Penetrating light of eternal shine
Comforting call surrounds in peace
As God Himself instills release.

(c) 2017 rickstassi


still azure



the kindness I seek
Is deep within your eyes.
a gentle smile so warm
like still azure skies.
i reach out to feel
the strength in your hand
confiding outward trust
I cannot understand.
the faith that is gained
in a vessel hard-pressed
promises love eternal
in surreal breaths of rest.

(c) 2017 rickstassi



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In the evening of these waning days,
my heart reaches out to gather
times past.
Thoughts are obsessed with memory
elixirs easing stinging
effects of this breath.
Mind not to rest in
haunting enemies of the past.
Rather, delight in love then and now.
As I hold onto the light
that has nurtured me this lifetime,
I see a family with a young child.
My tears reflect time passed
too quickly with many moments
gone in oversight.
I want time back
and I need that child
to release me into the fullness
of my adulthood.
A glance and a smile promises
hope of such escape.
Acknowledge a thought and
bid it farewell
to accept newer times
in brighter days
absorbed in green leas
in sheltering skies.
It is here that
I shall grow old.

(c) rick stassi 2017