thoughts
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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
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a multitude of grains of sand, the willing swath between sea and land. slowly, deliberately, refined o’er the years, knowing land’s attempt to allay fears. and within the million grains of sand there are souls receiving a loving hand. having seen tumultuous, tempting charm now waves gently lapping upon, resting from harm so God instills a brightened… Read more
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What if all we saw was smooth black-white glass? Pale stares into light-absorbing morass. Or these apathetic rays of piercing glances Deflected from white forever away in angular trances. What if absolute reason were grains of sand Held tightly in the span of one’s hand? Giving granular notions for finite thought Thieving broader options in… Read more
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Guardian eye, strict ray of light, Protecting vessels adrift at night. Whilst commanding swells pound the shore, Offering featherlight droplets upon the moor. I am one who spies things pass From warmly within forgiving glass. Wondering always, my thoughts abound, As the laden sea air, my tears find the ground. Sky obscured by phantom mist… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 