treatise

Peasants beneath Trees at Moret by Camille Pissarro

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

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a single drop

 

Seurat

Seurat

a single drop, heaven’s tear,
falling from a billowy
home far above…
the moment is just right
to weep for he
who wanders away.

a single petal, with hue of warmth
breaks a long fall
allowing safe passage
to the ground
softly to rest, gently
nourishing parched soil.

a single moment, a cleansing tear
upon my cheek
from blurring my vision
of a harsh day
to clarity of the new life
I see.

a single drop, of eternity.
blood from flesh
grace to the willing
and seeking souls
who now look up and see God’s face
smiling…

(c) 2014 rick stassi

me alone

Pissarro_Jardin-a-Eragny

“Jardin a Eragny” Pissarro

 

“Let me alone,
For my days are but a breath”
Job 7:16

Let me alone, passing time
For I have so much more to
Ponder and to absorb –
To wonder about things forward
And reflect on things aft.

Let me alone, eroding wind
For I am shielded in godliness
A true and unique
Creation of God –
There is joy in my heart.

Let me alone, wretched noise,
Cacophonous thoughts
And opinions and words
That attempt to clog every artery,
But resistant are mine.

Embrace me now,
Father of all life
No less mine
As I lovingly remember
Your loving heart.

(c) 2014 Rick

going home

moonshine

“Mondsheine” 1919 Paul Klee

as open doors beckon me
with a revealed realization of full life-
more than one man can imagine
in a lifetime or a string of
lifetimes.

the eternal nature of God:
so much more than
self-goodness and happiness
or impossible distance measured
in redshift;

but the redemption
of a single tarnished soul
by grace alone.
In His grace.

yet how does one
thank eternal Love
for this chance to
really live?

we are but to live and love
Father and brother and sister
til paths of gold
receive our steps and
the pure and crystalline
river flows from
Goodness and we know
we are home.

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

waning pale

Untitled Abstract 122-12 Artist: Sean Seal

Untitled Abstract 122-12
Artist: Sean Seal

4 Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.
Ezekiel 37:4 (KJV)

Divinely led from valley low
Once, fitful of this way to go.
All moments claimed by more than me
Try to wrest them back, I plea!

Elements of ashes and dry bones
fervently deny life.
Why do most walk as these element?
I did. Blindness mired in strife.

Why did I let air be breathed?
Into a soul parched received?
I wonder at times what I did
To be counted even as I hid.

And I pray now for your dry bones
You who believe you know the path.
The Lord, without prejudice, sees your heart.
Where flesh is absent love atones

So, I stand in gaps of gray and dry
Watching bones and ashes pass by
Light come forth and rid these souls
Selfish hearts, stubborn, hidden holes.

For there is Light around to see
Certainly it is blinding now
But Love and heart is set free!
Life from death. sinew to bone.

All can be one glorious day
If those would see the truth, the Way
And I can rest in waning pale
Seeking breath for those who fail.

rick

Listening, waiting…

Artist: Rick Stassi

Artist: Rick Stassi

Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the Lord’s people.
Philemon 1:7

What do I hear, O Lord?
The voices of many and the ways they afford.
But it brings me strength and movement toward
Growing in Your family in one accord

What do others do, O God?
With a staff and a rod
Within Your kingdom
To those I laud.

What do others see, Father of all?
Obediently forward in their call.
With their eyes ever seeking truth and love.
Joining together, the enemy’s appall

What do others say, Father of Life?
Promoting joy amongst your children rife.
With their hearts in deepening love,
This their weapon – double-edged knife

So, I beg, give me Your word, Father of mine
That direction is heard toward the will of Thine!
That I would be blessed to share your work
As with my loving brethren, You give me that sign.

rick

i heard him say

Artist: Heidi Brummer

Artist: Heidi Brummer

I heard Him say

“and when you ran to me
your cheeks flushed with the night
we walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand”[1]

…and I responded

and when You held out Your hand
warmth from lamplight Oil
I, once barren seed upon the sand
sprouted now from fertile soil

i heard Him say

you opened up your heart
and with peace let me in
even tho you had to part
with old thoughts and aged skin

I see your flushed night face
turn to light
running to me as a child
knowing now what is right

I hold you in my arms
I cradle fear away
I remove you from all harm
with thanks you sincerely pray

I gently wipe away
tears long fallen down
their path show deeper wounds
Onto  my path now! without a sound

So I heard the Lord speak to me
Through song and bird upon a tree
I hasten toward that heartfelt cry
for now my soul shalt never die.

© 2013 Rick Stassi

[1] Simon & Garfunkel