Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

Be anxious not

  • tomorrow, not mine

    I had a vision about tomorrow, not mine. An unsettling, compelling, sorrowful sign. For following the sunshine of today, The skies and clouds turned murky gray. Was this a word from the Lord That my time here was a boat unmoored? And to golden paths i shall be drawn With sapphires and rubies to look Read more