The sheltering song
Of overwhelming love,
Alights upon my heart
On the wings of a dove.
Tag Archives: God
bliss

Mary Cassatt
pull me,
i am on a string.
i float and follow
your whim.
trust allows
lightness,
free from friction
and physical restraint.
you are effortless;
the lovely breeze
i ride upon-
in and out
of obstacle
and distracting
words that hope to
steal bliss
and build contrite
failure.
i know trust-
it is soft down under a wing!
it lifts me from shallow waters
into deep pools
of wonderful renewal.
I am one
who sees your eyes
as beacons of light
protecting from
crags long eroded
by relentless sea.
my soul eroded
once…
heart rests assured now
in perfect harmony
with you
who knows
and sets balance into
my life.
-and I look inward
to call your name
so outwardly I
am fading away
no more.
-and i see your face
in a reflection
growing
more clear
in these days
of love,
of trust-
pull me,
on crimson thread
(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?
rickjstassi
treatise

Peasants beneath Trees at Moret by Camille Pissarro
For God
so loved the world
that He gave
His only begotten
Son,
that whoever believes
in Him
should not perish
but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
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
greener days

Paul Klee
On greener days
I rest in light
of radiant warmth
respite til night
joy parallels
symphonic rise
and I’m content
with angst’s demise
On greener days
i cannot grieve
the hidden things
and dying bereave
and if suddenly
they should arise
I’ll turn my thoughts
and close my eyes
On greener days
i will give praise
for grand escape
from rankling malaise
and look into
your loving glance
for paths on lea
and joyful dance
(c) 2016 rickjstassi
blissful
with hope rising
elevated over horizons
where eternity is seen
steep mountain passes
where trials are endured
conceding to gentle green
in peace unveiled
adjacent still water
in wisdom’s depth
under His wing
protected always
caressing breezes
O gentle love
peering through windowed
paths to your soul
seeking smiles
in rose blush
making me whole
in warming hearts
hidden in eternity
wary of all things
subject to no thing
save His light
and drowning in your arms
like blissful dream.
it is love’s deeper side
carried on a kiss.
(c) 2015 rick stassi
time passes
in passages
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