faith
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In a flowing brook lined with stones, A stream of water gently roams. Nourishing the faded and listless to life, Opposing gray with soft light rife. Like an adagio’s gentle melodic warming, Preceding allegro’s triumphant swarming. The gentleness upon eager ears, The preponderance of growing tears. But where, O Love, do you wish me to Read more
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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Psalm 23:1 Forever and one day My cries are heard Through my days Of seemingly endless plight And the angst of the unknown Tearing and pulling… The brave resolute faces Of pilgrims on our way Led in trust Held in hope Steeped in faith True to Read more
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where are you? peering deep into shrouded nights where a faint glow gives a veiled glimpse of a recent memory. upon a slowly passing vessel i scarcely see the soulful eyes which have always held my heart. they seem sad, those eyes, but actually, they mirror mine – “…for on the left shines love’s light Read more
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Optimistic faces with eyes that are the opening to a burdened soul. Do we just exist for birth and death and all in between? Eventual pessimistic hearts shoulder this burdensome segment. Try and mask it but remember the eyes do not lie. See these faces wry with cynicism, remorse following, then, optimism is truly lost. Read more
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Spherical are my eyes. I view inward and see my core. Roving thoughts, depth is measured Years attained and those to be, Retrospect and future, I shall e’er explore. Spherical is my soul. Perfectly round circle – radius extends . Rotating around my vertical axis. Circle to Sphere – death to life. Spirituality, inner Spirit Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 