lovely and true

grove of trees -Renoir

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

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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

rest

picasso peace

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

love

at peace
in comfort
resting with
the still of
early morning
in the absence
of any light
like a stream
flowing darkly
in the night
without effort
engrossed in
melodic bliss
pleasing resonance
smiling at
thoughts of
lovely people
new and old
and thankful for all
blessings bestowed
upon this life
now i remember
the warmth of
your smile and
the gentleness
of your touch
to an asking heart
receiving and accepting
your love.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

and i thought

Artist: Claude Monet

Artist: Claude Monet

dreaming of so far away
where upon tufts
of moss I lie gazing up lost in
hues of forever on new petals
of Spring’s awakening emitting
the joy of a peaceful bliss…

and i thought i saw your face blush
when i told you God loves you so much

your bare feet and laughter
with vanity cast to scorn
all is so well in these peaceful days
i look into your deep blue green eyes
to see the soul of light –
a lasting godly reflection…

and i thought i saw a tear drop
when i told you God is with you always

and meadows meant to
harbor life and vibrant colors
ever-reaching tiny hands up,
up to the pale blue
sky in sunshine and moonlight
now my heart sings at such mirth…

and i thought i saw you smile
when i told you in God you are perfectly made

(c) 2015 rick stassi

pity the poor wind

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dark wind above obscuring light
with frenetic pace laden with futile might
coursing seen as purposed and wise
means chasing ends in limitless tries
as death deceives on a blustery trail
those yearning for hope only to fail
catch my hand you in scurrying fright
let’s sit upon tufts of reason’s delight
hold my hand to deep water we go
still and mirrored, imperfections show –
dreaming, swimming in depths unseen
places our soul surely has been
and with you i sit on velvet lea
green as green – a grassy sea
i’ll tell you tales of weathered life
and we’ll talk of God and goodness rife
and you and i will gaze as one
to the heavenly eyes equaled by none
somber stillness deep into night’s end
and silently weeping I pity the poor wind
(c) 2015 rick stassi

tranquil

renoir

Can you hear a blade of grass
Reach up in sleight of moment’s pass?
Or the whisper of a single star
Cold alone and so, so far?

Leaves so fast and quietly unfold,
Just as quickly wither and get old.
And light-years traveled celestial bright,
This star is only a memory in a twinkling light.

Things that happen with us unaware
Good things created renounce despair.
Growing goodness all around
God’s omniscience offer little sound.

Peaceful, flowing the windy breeze
Oft disrupted by the trees
Catching, reflecting, fearless gales,
Stands of filters, antonymic sails.

But does ever the wind needs a place
To break tranquility and show her face?
It is God who exhales this gentleness –
And to the wind’s ear to which grass shall confess.
(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

path forward

Van Gogh

Van Gogh

The sweetness of a moonlit night,
The certainty of all things right.
Bathing in a tender glow,
A fallen leaf upon the snow.
O how these times entice my mind,
Surely tension bliss shall bind.
And liberty’s law brings peacefulness,
Glittering lights resolve duress.
Snow settles to her motionless home,
Allowing my thoughts to float and roam.
O how I love these times so surreal
Craving ways to really feel.
Where I go now will only be
Footprints in the snowy sea.

rick

lucid moments

Snow Scene at Argenteuil
my bare feet stung as
i walked across the grass
blanketed with hoarfrost
to the warm light
a short distance away
from an inviting cottage
an embracing glow upon a flame streaming
through the window
that beckoned me
to walk a prickly path
numb
into the heart of God
where I was welcomed
with response of quiet serenity
and tranquility
nodding compassion
lucid moments
changing of my seasons
and I hurt
and I wept
a new man emerged into the world.

dark and light

11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
Psalm 139

So in the light, fear dissipates.
And darkness is forgotten – as dusk berates .
We seek that which we can touch and feel…
Yet tend toward darkness – and things unreal.

But we are reminded that all left unlit
Will still be searched to drown the unfit.
As the God we know sees little difference
In Him, whether dark or Light, all makes sense.

For we walk by faith and not by sight

Therefore daylight blends into the night

rick