I can’t explain,
These times uncared-for
With heart toward God
Still not yet bared.
I know from where,
Descends a dove.
To hasten me back,
To my first love.
Rick Stassi 2022
First Love
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field
Out of our self
and into the
soft field of
colors and scents
enveloping our sense
and broadcasting within
that we live for others
because of One.
(C) 2020 Rick Stassi
For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.
2 Corinthians 5:14-15 NIV
Love, so true
Clausen
The overwhelming light
of tomorrow’s day.
When hope is greater
than the sum of dreams
broken in forgotten time.
Optimism wins
as half-empty glasses
pour out onto surfaces
for tepid fate.
Give me hope and
dreams eternal!
Let me abide within
arms of comfort and
sacred sanctuary.
You offer a heart
filled with promise anew;
love forgotten becomes love
so true.
(c) 2011-2018 Rick Stassi
savory sweet
van gogh
Stream winds so pure and clear
lovely path throughout the year
Where from does this rivulet meander?
And how does it avoid harsh arid slander?
I beg to know this stream of life
Endless source to ease my strife
As a tear you shall always go
Upon the mountain’s cheek so slow
You are not of this world lovely stream
Not from yarn, legend, or even a dream
You are a divine droplet making its way
Winding downward without fear nor sway
Water replenishes me in graceful rebirth
With purposeful joy o’er saddened earth
For continuous and ready are your reserves
Gathering salt of which the soil preserves
This salt shalt ne’er have flavor lost
Just as endless stream flows from redeemed one’s cost
Preserve and replenish, these two shalt meet
The endless stream, savory sweet
(c) 2016-2017 rickjstassi
lovely and true
grove of trees Renoir
peace comes in drops of rain
light piercing in prismatic plane
with hopeful glances far above
He is near and cradles in love
when do we fill the gap of vanity
and overflow like tourmaline sea?
i ponder inward and see my flaw
knowing God’s restoration in awe
renewal waxes in unfurling leaf
soft green waves silent absence brief
my Creator will not leave my aching heart
He is watchful and shall never part
I hope someday I will see
into myself amber lens free
to see the possibilty of finding anew
what God has always seen lovely and true.
(c) 2016 rickjstassi
treatise 2
Pablo Picasso
For now
we see through a glass, darkly;
but then face to face:
now I know in part;
but then shall I know
even as also I am known.
1 Corinthians 13:12 KJV
How I long to
See deeper into
My soul
To understand
How God sees me
And you.
Would I then
Learn to love
Even more
As I see
the depth of
His love?
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rest
Picasso
hasten toward peace
acquaint yourself with
this way of silence
hearken the voice of rest
let reason fail
and your heart soften
peer with eager eyes
into the light
shone of breath and life
hear melodious passage
it brings metered beauty
upon ears wanting
allow summer breeze
she will warm you
and prepare you heart
seek eyes of God
for He will hold fast
a gaze of lasting love.
(c) 2016 rickjstassi
love
at peace
in comfort
resting with
the still of
early morning
in the absence
of any light
like a stream
flowing darkly
in the night
without effort
engrossed in
melodic bliss
pleasing resonance
smiling at
thoughts of
lovely people
new and old
and thankful for all
blessings bestowed
upon this life
now i remember
the warmth of
your smile and
the gentleness
of your touch
to an asking heart
receiving and accepting
your love.
(c) 2015 rick stassi
in passages
“Valery-sur-Somme” Artist: Degas
there are passages we traipse through
where lessons are learned
even in impossible darkness
interrupted by a lucid glimmer of hope.
a page is turned in a book of life
with trials passing by lying on my back
on green leas with you
and cloudless days with endless azure.
looking through a glass darkly
here i know change leads to clarity and
in clarity is the face of God where
I shall see myself as He has always seen me.
How romantic are words of Life
akin with warm spring sun
on my skin.
O love how you bind when
compassion holds sway
and harmonic measures with
melody flawless in times precious
Our hands are clasped in this.
The sound of a stream pouring
busily overs smooth rocks
emitting cool mist and a lullaby
of gentle sounds from which within
many voices can be deciphered
declaring all of cherished
voices and remembered songs.
I miss times of old
I hope to replay some of them
in reflective memory
and to dream of things to come.
tears of joy are the elixir
from tepid days in apathy
forgotten now in passages
to a new life now and forever.
(c) rick stassi
i dreamed
Van Gogh
i dreamed about vast grandeur,
an eternal unfolding sky.
endless, enveloping, seeming
where old things go to die.
i dreamed of far bright lights
upon a darkened sullen gray
following, following, now ever closer
i choose to run away.
I dreamed of green, lighted fields
the ones inviting so
severing, severing my earthly ties
now begging me to go.
I dreamed of pale, wrinkled hands
writhing, wringing, singing sorrow.
endeavouring a desperate promise
of all things better tomorrow.
I dreamed of a brilliant light
beautifully adorned, ’twas He
revering all goodness eternal
His hand outstretched for me.
(c) 2015 rick stassi
Jesus, Light of the World 