unforgettable blue

Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh

I am sad to see birds fly south
and trees blushing at night’s cool kiss.
Even the sun seems to shy away
sinking ever further to
other places.

Resting now in reflection,
I remember our first glance –
our eyes meeting for a moment
as perpetual motion ceased
and inquisitive stillness held sway.

Why does melancholy absorb
days and minutes?
Why do I concede when
I know what thread attaches
my heart to eternity?

Once the devil’s touch
tried in vain to veil my hope,
but a fortified optimism prevailed.
Eternal hope upon an unforgettable blue sky.

i must commune with this new season
and find the beauty in winter’s eyes
as in her sadness offers her arms
in a gesture of love and peace
knowing seasons too sadly pass.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

time remembered

Edouard Vulliard

Edouard Vulliard

The stillness of deep black
space void of sound save my
own heartbeat.
Such a dark and vacuous ocean
waiting for one
piercing ray of light
permeating from some distant star
long dead.
Patient for my choreographed
dream sequence where
soul separates from
temporal vessel and
seeks eternity while
waiting for time
to cease at exactly
the point where expanding meets
contracting – or the apogee
of a ball thrown straight up
in sweet times of
carefree and childlike clamor.
But time has become exhausted
from endless trips around
a face of segments aware that
all is not lost.
Without time.
For the darkened veil rents
revealing gilded paths embedded with
sapphires and rubies.
Wisps of lavender breeze
and a warmth that emanates
from a love-laden heart
inside the breast of a King
who without a sound whispers
afterlife into a dream
-a memory-
but He bids farewell, for now.
And morning comes with
lark and mist
and pleasant dew
upon yawning saplings
and the hopeful greatness and
eagerness to face a new day
with morning’s sweet
melody waking me from deep slumber
to a new time I shall surely remember.

(c) 2015 rick stassi



Church at Varengeville, against the Sunset – Claude Monet

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.

(c) 2014 rick stassi

…and all the pretty flowers fade


1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
2 And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
3 And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
5 And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.
6 And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.
7 He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son.
Revelation 21:1-7

The beauty of our eternal future. Cast your eyes on heaven for this is God’s revelation to us through John. This earth will fail and fade. The seas that separate the faithful will be gone and we shall dwell not together by heart, but together in His prepared place hand-in-hand. We seek this eternity over all that is temporal as this life is fading. Yet we marvel at the evil that lurks and destroys before our eyes. Fear it not! We are in His arms, in His promise.

The bridegroom tarries no longer. Jesus is with us and we will see Him with all clarity. We are the bride that shall meet our Husband. The great tabernacle first built by Moses at God’s appointed time of teaching, revealing glimpses of our eternity. They wondered then as some wonder now. But, God is with us for eternity.

Our preview was with Jesus’ sojourn and sacrifice. Now it is for all time in God. God is with us.

Our tears of sorrow are no longer as all pain that is the vile sweat of a loathsome enemy is thus perished. We have no longer the worries of right and wrong. All is for righteousness. The old things are put away for all time. We rejoice. Glory is ours as we praise Him face-to-face. His promise. He is Jesus, the Alpha and Omega. He makes all thing new. We drink from the River of Life anew. We are thus eternally replenished. This is God’s promise.

We shall, in our perseverance, overcome all that is placed in our path here on earth. When we overcome, we truly inherit eternity with our Father. Heirs to His will.

..and all pretty flowers fade to ash. They are beautiful, intelligent, compassionate: All for just a season. For God is not with them as they choose the way which seems right to the foolish. We are replenished from our ashen state to His beautiful children. Thus is our purpose.

Fear not the naysayers and disbelievers. The world is a nasty spider web that will easily ensnare outwitted prey. They are of a capacity that looks a little lower than the horizon, shielding the brightness, as we look directly in to the Lord’s Light.

…many are those pretty flowers. Full bloom for a season. Withered the next. Our empty vessels are filled and we count all we are toward the goodness of God. There is not too much we can do. We love, we have mercy, we are compassionate. All of this grows exponentially – asymptotic, without earthly tangent. This is hopeless to the ones who will fade. They forever hurtle into space – never entering heaven. This is the curse of Existentialism. We, conversely, grow without end approaching our God not yet being glorified. It is Jesus who is our spiritual tangent that is our assured hope of heaven.

We never stop giving and we are tireless. As flowers fade, our ashen skin turns to milky white. He makes us new and purified. We desire all things in His will. Pray for the pretty flowers.

Rick Stassi

January 28, 2012

God is speaking

Revised 12/27/12

…eternal perspective and the tiny stream getting there…

8 “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End,” says the Lord, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelations 1:8 (NKJV)

There is a beginning and there is an end. These are places we cannot know or see in our worldly bodies. These are places that cannot be fully revealed as we exist now. They are places of mystery given to us to ponder, by God. We are enveloped within these places of ethereal time.

We seek to find our path on a road in front of our face that is part of a picture so large and unfathomable, we can only wonder. The wonder is in the eternal nature of God. We spend countless hours in our debates over those things that are on a small path within a large road. We do not see fully left nor right nor ahead, behind. We are only told of such places.

These places. Alpha and Omega.

So, should we fully comprehend the beginning and end? Of what importance is our full comprehension of these things of God’s nature? We struggle to remain on a path of His will daily, therefore why do we concern ourselves for these places unseen and beyond our daily refinement? It is all a matter of edifying our perspective. This is our Christian walk. We are on a hammock between these places: endpoints of eternity.

Infinity has no boundary. However Jesus, we read, has end points, but figurative endpoints. He is infinite and God uses terms to keep us from roaming down impossible roads. He has a purpose.  It is our purpose to view our life and our walk with Him in the perspective of eternity. Our faith keeps us secure in the blankets of this endless time, our trust fortifies our belief in the written word of God. Our prayer is to have God reveal bit-by-bit each segment of this eternal path. The perspective of eternity brings hope. It works through minor daily setbacks and keeps us ever-focused on a path straight, narrow, and toward an eternal God in heaven. Jesus the “ALPHA and OMEGA”.

I like this perspective as it brings purpose to many aspects of His word. All will burn eventually meaning our temporal lives are really only a part of our eternal life and we are investing in this eternal life through our walk today. Do you see why happiness, sadness, and other emotions are temporary? Joy is eternal. Love is eternal. Jesus is eternal and is manifest in Love and Joy through the Spirit that dwells in our heart. We see our relationships and our routines and trials now as part of a refinement in our life rather than a source of angst.

Our happiness wanes to sadness which floats back up into happiness as all the comforts of the world try to sustain. We must see that these places, Alpha and Omega, are the bigger picture of existence: a broader eternal comfort. Evidence of things past, hope for things future. See through the eyes of Creation and heaven. I believe our life with its trials is like a rivulet running down a mountainside. Ever-running over stones amid it’s path. Only stopping when obstacles become too large. But, the stream overcomes obstacles because it is fed from above, upstream. We too are fed from above. We will join the creek and then the river and the sea. There is hope in all things eternal. Jesus, the Alpha and Omega. The Beginning and End. All in-between is our innocent wonderment of a powerful God. We gaze and see Love. The Love is eternal and we are in Eternal comfort. This is our eternal perspective.

Rick Stassi