time passes

“Apple Trees in Bloom, Eragny” Pissarro

Time passes
and all events
encapsulated in
passing time
will be absorbed
by our heart.

And the Lord
ever faithful
surely will give
prosperous strength
in these times
to our spirit.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

moment’s sigh

"The Italian Goatherd" Camille Corot

“The Italian Goatherd”
Camille Corot

weep not for crimson light
disappearing into night
peer east for ocher’s hue
grand entrance for things new

cry not for those who leave
indulge a moment to bereave
look instead to lively eyes
which overshadow bluest skies

solemnity makes senses aware
far off light draws our stare
knowing beauty for all to come
shadows to which we shan’t succumb

there is real life in a moment’s sigh
cherished time with heaven nigh
and life if viewed by hour’s chime
shall miss this moment’s sacred time.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

consider time

Philip Wilson Steer "Richmond Castle"

Philip Wilson Steer
“Richmond Castle”

“But as for me, my prayer is to You, O Lord, in the acceptable time”
Psalm 69:13 NKJV

Where are you, days gone by? I consider the sun’s rise once again onto fog shrouded oceans of wondering eyes peering up to the heavens hoping and praying that enigmatic Time will tell his story and all he has seen.

He has seen birth and death and many things that come and go. O, how it must be so tiresome and sorrowful hearing the lonesome wails of those lost in their own limitation. Eyes locked on the perils of rotation – new day, next day, same day…

Time provides the incubated womb from which you are to think and ponder and listen – wonder. Please listen for the voice inside and outside of time on the leaves floating down streams in the rain. That voice…

God holds time in the palm of His hand and can crumble mountains and siphon oceans and dry the tears pouring from impregnated clouds with deafening thunder – blinding fury of extreme voltage creating the vacuum rapidly replaced in a clamorous din…

But all is not fury. Rest now.


There is a frail smoothness to your skin. There is a gentle nature of your cries in the night knowing a soft kiss on your forehead makes everything alright. I brush aside your hair to expose glistening blue-green eyes, small worlds in of themselves. Looking up so hopeful knowing that as time heals it also takes away. I shall hold you and say it is all beauty and blessing for those who consider time. It is there where we look beyond limitations and eternal horizons and see the face of God. Give me your hand, gentle one, and I will take you through time and never leave your side for I am beyond all time and your breaking heart breaks mine. But O the joy in your smile. Look deep into my eyes and see the universe and also see this moment for it is your time and it is fragile with billowing clouds, fragrant flora, the breeze through your hair – all complimented by a respite and meditation of time. Look upon God from velvet lea near cool still depths. He will look at you. He already is.

(C) 2014 Rick Stassi