Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

thoughts

  • hope realized

    Walking further unto winter’s night When geese and swans have long taken flight. The steel-cold winds cuts my heart in half – I can bear no longer his icy laugh. I have illusion – a semblance of warm and dry Yet hope avoids a heart so awry. I dig ever deeper seeking strength for flight… Read more

  • bound souls

    Let this day Bring hope, bring light. Fortify me To stand upright. Let this day See God’s eyes. Pierce my heart With truthful pries. Let this day Subtly speak The voice of God. Ear’s inclined, my soul shall seek. Let this day Feel His merciful rein To lead me away From darkened pain. Then sunlight rising… Read more

  • returning

    O green is the grass where I sit- an oasis in the sand. Have I had enough time to store inside this now tepid vessel enough of you to stave off creeping dunes? Remaining memory lingers yet melody fades… I remember each day calling- asking your hand and asking your eyes to watch me –… Read more

  • a rest deserved

    wonderment glowing in somber glances reaching out to seek more and more of that which shall nurture a willing heart. what, say I, plants this seed? ’tis the eyes of God ’tis the eyes of God for indeed I curiously shall of sound mind look beyond that which I intend to fill. what, say I,… Read more

  • this slowing season

    How lovely How free With You, God, Cradling me That I would know Your warming glow. To accept Your light, Your heart, Your Might, Into Thee I press My willing soul You do caress. It perplexes my reason For those who in These shorter days- This slowing season Would resist Foreheads gently kissed By You… Read more