Camille Pissarro "Autumn Morning Mist"

Camille Pissarro
“Autumn Morning Mist”

The canvas awaiting the artist’s brush
Which seems to tarry without a rush
What anguish waiting to be born
A bland field of white so forlorn
It is clouds that veil the sullen heart
The early morning darkness not far apart
I wonder why there is empty reign
Not hurt, not sad, just apathy’s pain
So cry I must out into the dark
To bring life upon that which is stark
And answers come in predawn mist
Patient forbearance presence enlist
And as I obstinately covet my vanity
In silent prayer, to God I plea.
Answers come from a loving hand
Self pity evaporates as sunrise planned
I beg for that time when my senses awaken
With eclipsing light and new life unshaken.

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi


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Upon what thing beautiful shall my gaze alight? Something in a shallow place that is tempting and alluring? Where soon after a determined arrival, there is acute disappointment and an unsatisfied feeling of despair accompanied with an ugliness wrought from all things faded. I thought once the glimmer of the lonely moon which shone upon the path I walked to beautiful things was sufficient. In the end, I only found a light-hearted fool with a condescending laugh, making merriment at my poor expense. From what source does true beauty arise and please both the eye and the heart? Shallow is the dilemma of we who seek where vanity leads.

Yet as time’s very nature and true essence feeds my confidence: if one bad moment is endured, soon a good moment shall follow. I found this untrue. For following the shallow host I first approached, there was a steep slope of sand and eroded granite so fascinating from afar but in reality bearing characteristic of a rude and tawdry fellow. He begs rest from weary seekers. I fruitlessly with unforeseen gullibility climb to reach him only to slip farther away from his outreaching hand. Temptation wishes company yet always taunts – just a bit out of reach.

I seek beauty to fill emptiness and I wonder if I might look deep into smooth onyx and find my reflection. Alas not! For Self-absorption is narrow and egotistical one. I have seen the smirk of falsehood on the face of his invitation to self-gratification. Soon light turns to dark and beauty wrinkles and fades. Beauty is only skin deep, he lies.

Only if eyes seek beauty for the sake of self-satisfaction, I wonder…

Let my eyes fall upon the Lord. Return focus to Him. Gaze into His eyes for He always returns a welcoming light and a smiling heart. He shows me that beauty is not the shine of polished stone or the glimmer of the moonlight upon the still waters, but is the cry of your longing soul to meet with a compassionate spirit. It is seeing your vulnerable heart through a veil trying to conceal pain, but unable to, to the discerning eye. Beautiful is the soul that first shines and then urges the face to light up. The true beauty is a flame lit from the depths of the heart where only God has been to dust off things of old and reorganize things forgotten and unremembered. I have seen those things and cast the hurtful and malicious fragments of the past that attempt to carve me from the inside out, upon the shoulders of a willing Host.

The Spirit gives me eyes to see your truth and gives me motivation to ask if I should petition to God your needs over my own. How lovely your heart. I see you for what is inside where depth beyond shadows holds treasures of purity and unveiled light that is the beginning of time and the seed sown of God. Grow seed. Sprout and come to light and show life. Show that a torn veil reveals the inner room of your heart. Do not worry or fear, I am there and I will hold you forever.

(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

We Love in Shadows


“For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?” Ecclesiastes 6:12 (NKV)

Our nature fallen
Our paths so sullen;
Pathetic attempts seeking
Fulfilled hearts swollen.

Those of the finite
Wish upon hearts contrite.
Contrived reason, hopes peeking
Futile lives never quite right.

O vanity – Man deceived
He searches inward, darkness relieved.
But emptiness surely filled by God
Light eclipses shadow, hope acheived.

O Lord we thank Thee from our very core
For You are He who tells man His chore.
You sent Your Son defeating death,
Our childlike eyes seek evermore.

We of Christ are infinite
Eternal, always, e’er upright
And to those who are decidedly opposed,
We still love in shadows, man – God’s delight.

© 2013 Rick Stassi Emanatingjoy

Vignettes 3

For thus saith the Lord
that created the heavens;
God himself that formed the earth and made it;
he hath established it, he created it not in vain,
he formed it to be inhabited:
I am the Lord; and there is none else.
Isaiah 45:18 (KJV)

I. Prologue

Listen as the Lord does speak,
Words to seeking minds
With roving eyes His do seek
Emptiness He finds.

The Lord Saith
For the Lord Saith,
Ev’ry word divine breathed forth
To us He does Save

Emptiness awaits
All time and matter afloat
God filled the heavens

Where we now stand firm
The bedrock of all mankind
Our place to seek God

Not Empty
And fashioned thereon
Beauty in all creation
Man’s meaningful home

Who He is…
The Lord our God with
Eyes in heaven watching us
All life does abound

II. Epilogue

Vanity is Emptiness,
Once within our soul.
Hearts will see more, not less,
Our reason takes its toll.

We stand on ground made divine,
Established from God above.
Our home, domain, stars that shine
All radiate God’s love

Yet Vanity still Empty
A breath dispersed away
Opened eyes pray to see
Our heavenly Father say:

“I am your Lord”
God of all heaven and Earth.
“I established all!”
He changed emptiness to loving worth.


© 2013 Rick Stassi

Pray Vanity Lost

They that observe lying vanities forsake their own mercy.
But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that that I have vowed. Salvation is of the Lord.
Jonah 2:8,9 (KJV)

Look not upon emptiness,
Place no value there.
Panic not upon distress,
Cleave to vanity, know despair.

Observe your breath disperse,
Out into the air.
Our hopes soon immerse,
Into burden’s lair.

But follow not emptiness,
Cast not away His love.
Cry to God, His holiness,
Thanksgiving to He above.

We gave in earnest our souls to Thee,
A solemn sacrifice.
And You, O Lord, have set us free,
Many hopeless to entice.

The Lord’s salvation, Love so true.
Vanity’s breath exhales.
From miry dark pits to light anew,
His mercy never fails.

Pray Vanity lost, Pray Mercy never forsaken

© 2013 Rick Stassi