hope
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a multitude of grains of sand, the willing swath between sea and land. slowly, deliberately, refined o’er the years, knowing land’s attempt to allay fears. and within the million grains of sand there are souls receiving a loving hand. having seen tumultuous, tempting charm now waves gently lapping upon, resting from harm so God instills a brightened… Read more
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“How optimistic the fields that grow To appreciative eyes the fruit they show Diligent is the northern breeze Laying unfetter’d life over these…” Diligent breeze virtuously Surrounding the ones who seek Above horizon’s razor-edge line and Over mountain’s pleading peak. Contrarily meandering, pitifully seen, The anemic lights – Of those eyes peering Throughout lifeless nights. Under… Read more
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The temporal darkness raises fears – Fears developed over time Always rearing their ugly shadows Catching me off guard often When I least expect them. Even set upon such solid footing I can still slip. But I should give myself a break… I won’t fall. I just won’t. I can’t. For strength is expected …… Read more
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O green is the grass where I sit- an oasis in the sand. Have I had enough time to store inside this now tepid vessel enough of you to stave off creeping dunes? Remaining memory lingers yet melody fades… I remember each day calling- asking your hand and asking your eyes to watch me –… Read more
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But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold. Job 23:10 O that I should look upon the past Still salvaging pieces of things You will outlast Gripping struggles gone long ago Greener pastures, whiter snow. But what is this pain inside my core? A reminder!… Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 