Now reborn

 

Watercolor- Rick StassiI call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
Psalm 77:6 (KJV)

So, what is this song haunting so deep?
Passed melodies I once did reap.
I call upon darkened past
To view a journey, shadow cast.

In this shadow, I see my face,
Sullen eyes, somber pace.
Never enough to fill my soul!
Downtrodden heart, sorrowful role.

Remembrance of obedience lost.
Try to find! I must, I must at all cost.
For what I knew and what I now know,
Shows me why my pace was so slow.

Happiness is kindled straw ablaze,
Resting on time I shall only raze.
“But soon, but soon,” my Lord did say,
Your somber steps shall come my way.

Summer songs, haunting heart
To search and toss so as to part.
Only to find songs will stay
In caverns deep attempt hold sway.

Darkness, light, converge to a point
where He is, the One who God did Anoint.
Now all caverns deep inside,
Searched each day, time to bide.

So, search me Lord, I wait for You
Your diligence mine, O mine so true
A song is heard in echo at morn
A new soul is now reborn.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

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embraced

Artist: Sean Seal

Artist: Sean Seal

Embers glowing, fire bright
Warmth protrudes from what is light
From afar we view, you take my hand
Such distance to travel to this venerated land
Through freezing field I traipse a pilgrim’s journey
But I worry not because you’re with me
And tarry not, the gait is swift
A lightened load gives me a lift
Our teardrop joins, hearts both break
For broken, disheartened, souls yet to wake
How I love this walk – time with you
In this moment virtues ne’er misconstrue
My feet are cold, the hoarfrost stings
I shall endure these trifling things
I waver once and look at you
Eyes of brown, hazel and blue
All of the colors, spectrum bright
The warmth afar yet still in sight.
You and I alone in this space
Time to thank, sing, embrace
For your hand I hold on dear
Removes all doubt, removes all fear
I love you now with all my heart
You love me too right from the start
And frosted path is stinging feet
Endure it now until Maker meet
I shall endure as life meanders well
Ever with you gives so much to tell
Closer now, face dark to light
’twas not me, ’twas your might
Rapping now upon the door
Peaceful…feet they sting no more
And bright inside shines ember glow
I look outside to see the snow
Another comes, soon even more
An ever rapping to narrow door
Love is bright and frost is cold
Time to realize young to old
But only in this earthly place
For by the fire, age disgrace
And I am calm, ’tis peacefulness
All I have seen gone to rest
But surprisingly joy is at hand
My presence embraced, His demand.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

flailing at darkness, uncertainty lost

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Artist Credit: Sean Seal

“And everyone who competes for the prize is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a perishable crown, but we for an imperishable crown.
Therefore I run thus: not with uncertainty. Thus I fight: not as one who beats the air.”
1 Corinthians 9:25,26 (NKJV)

so where is it that one should strive?
to win a race that we contrive?
to rush about is foolish still
to win a crown, not of God’s will

yet we try alone
under the strength of sinew and bone
to pull ahead of the slower one
and be satisfied for a fruitless race well run

all for naught in this season’s light
for alone is Sorrow’s, fruitless plight
perishable is the crown for which we compete
bypassing the Lord Who will complete

so awaken thus with determined heart
the race has begun, His good work’s start
my mood is level with steady gait
imperishable crown at end awaits

so i take on this godly feat
uncertain once, at emptiness my flailing fists beat
dark uncertainty shant admit defeat
against dark shadows I shall no longer compete

light falls upon victorious dawn
a hand of strength helps us along
and each day a new certainty
that God will increase, His eyes we see.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

Love Completed

And indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind.
There was no profit under the sun. Ecclesiastes 2:11 (NKJV)

and indeed toils for naught
retrospect sought
we seek certain pleasure
in life by world taught

and when we peer
upon life’s year
grains of sand through hand falls
with sadness and a tear

but what shall profit be
under sun? God voice in thee:
toil not but reap from the Wind
My voice first, start from Calvary

for blood has left stain
sin’s scream of pain
from Son of Man
all therefore not in vain.

pray first from heart
as our soul doth part
from toiling plow
to purest love, Lord, Thou art

emptiness we try and see
is in our soul away from Thee
You Lord we wish at hand
and love then comes completedly.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

The Binding Fire

“And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness.” Colossians 3:14 (KJV)

The fifth season is the return of summer from where I began a year ago. In life. I was born in the summer when leaves were full, green, unfurled to a beautiful suppleness. The sweetness of the spring blossom had all but faded. The dawn of my awakening has progressed to midday. I have arrived and the  sun is high and hot.

My life is seasons lined up. The next awaiting, the former to serve purpose. And purpose is served. I needn’t yearn for a god, when I now am safe and secure in God.

The seasons I walked through to be here! Across stinging hoarfrost walking to the welcoming Christ – warm glow in the snowy window. That season hurt. The walk in frail nakedness, unprotected, is perilous without hope in sight. I nearly lost all things but saw a glow from far away. I was encouraged and tired enough to bear the sting on my bare feet.

All that we have is all that we have to lose. It is our ‘self’ –  sordid and haggard after being beat down enough by a merciless world. The enemy’s stronghold. He tells us the stinging and bare vulnerability will pass. He has something that will cause sorrow sway. If I would have listened, I surely would be lost eternally. But, I saw a faint glow that roused curiosity. It was far off across the snow and even in my state of nothingness I knew it was right to trudge toward the light. I rapped at the door and I was met with welcoming smile. We talked by a fire so warm, He and I. Vulnerability failed transcending to security. His guardian eyes were of instant protection and warmth. I asked if there was anything beyond the coldness of where I had been. The endless attempts of filling, filling: the endless thirst of a dying soul. He gave assurance with a condition. “Be still and know I am Your God”. I trusted Him. From the warmth of the fire, the sheltering haven, I was empty no longer. I stepped onto the snow again, dragging a tree. A burden with assured purpose. The snow ended and the earth dried. A perfect place to plant this tree and there I shed my final bit of resistance. It screamed at me screeching and writhing as I nailed it to this tree. “No! I am you” he cried. Not really. I had a sense of peace. Ego was dead with no remorse. The narcissus bloomed within all the places I looked as a sure sign of a new season coming. Ironic narcissus….

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The blossom atop a stem, piercing upward from a bulb quickly spent was fragrant and there was snow no more. I felt the breeze of life surround me. No looking back – pine not for what once tried to kill you. Forge ahead to fields of green grass and waters of deep, cool water.

The sun shone high and warmed throughout. It is odd as my heart was still vulnerable, only this vulnerability was certain about its purpose. Open your heart to others. An open heart, protected by God, invites others to hope. This heart: It sees other hearts crying and I cry too. It is compassion. It is agape love I am reassured by He whose eyes still smiled. Whose heart engulfed me. O mercy. How I hear the crying. I seek each day, with sun high in the summer sky, the crying heart. Even with an exposed heart I fear no evil shall try to steal joy or stem the outpouring love. The Source of this love is God Himself.

Tears pour down my cheek as I love. I see one crying in their wilderness. It is funny how I can stand in a valley and there is a shadow of death all around – a winter of hoarfrost. Many naked feet stinging. Crying hearts seeking. There is a gap between the crying and the Father. I stand there and I take the hand of a lost soul and kneel and pray with them. The Father is kind and He again invites a new one to His fire behind the window. This window is the plane infinite in all directions. One side is stinging frost and ever-yearning hopelessness. The other is a the warm fire and the quiet communal sanctuary with He who first died. Seasons don’t always blend slowly into the next. They sometimes change as simple as rapping on a door, looking through a window, infinite in four directions. There is flesh on one side and God  on the other of this infinite window. The door is narrow and we must squeeze through, but when we do, we are transformed to all love. And as much as we do for the Kingdom of God, it is his love that holds all souls together. Charity is Agape love. With open hearts we seek with keen ears the crying of those in the barren and cold and draw them to the warmth of the binding fire.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

i will try, Lord

“Examine me, O Lord, and prove me; try my reins and my heart.”
Psalm 26:2 (KJV)

look at me Lord
do I return glance?
i will try
so to prosper, advance

in times heavy with fear
do i seek Your face?
i will try
to keep Your pace

prove me Lord
do i feel Your fire?
i will try
refining heart’s desire

pull my reins Lord
do i resist?
i will try
unclench my fist

pour o’er me Your love Lord
do i receive?
i will try
all doubt to leave

willingness in joyful tone
i walk steadfast
to You alone
thoroughly
to meet You here
i will try Lord
I will try O so sincere.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

Guardian love will never cease

Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
1 John 4:11 (KJV)

The children of the world see in purity. Innocence abounds with cares untarnished with an outlook to green fields and cool pools of water. Bare feet and sweet laughter. There is reflection from the water. Safety and security peer back at the face of a child who looks now into the water rippling from a tossed stone. He looks thus into God’s eyes.

…and the eyes of God peer back with guardian love

The young men of the world see in optimism. Carefree and bold, conquering and fearless. Hearts in love and paths to cut through generations past. “It is mine!” He claims all as his own. He finds green fields as a respite for which to traverse to his next challenge. Fording deep pools taking a moment to peer at his reflection. “Who am I that claims all as my own?” The Lord allows as a Father who waits, watches.

…and the eyes of God peer back with guardian love

The old men of the world see in wisdom of time and age. Careful and aware not to succumb to moments of cynicism. “Where is the optimism of my youth and the fearlessness of days passed?” He sees green fields and stops to rest. A sip in the pool of water taking a brief glance at his reflection. Time passed so quickly. He shakes his head.  The Lord sees him and now smiles to see His Son carry his returned child.

…and the eyes of God peer back with guardian love

So, we love as we are loved.
Compassion born from He above.
Quench not the thirst of youth
And the frolic of childish truth.
For wisdom comes from reverence
The eyes of God are not suspense.
But rather, in all times we reflect,
God’s eyes circumspect.
Love piercing all hearts
From One that shall never part.
We all savor this moment of peace
Guardian love will never cease.

© 2013 Rick Stassi