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

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treatise 2

picasso-retrats-th

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

new life

Monet-floral

leaves unfurling
in new life
born upon generations
fed by roots which
in great wisdom
have seen many
come and go
but it all hardly matters
as it is forward for a
soft leaf in a new time
ingrained with promise
steeped in legacy
all with new purpose
for a season
that springs upon
the grays with hues
of pastel and the
green of unfurling
new life.

(c) 2015 rick stassi

conceding petals

"Bend in the Epte" Claude Monet

“Bend in the Epte”
Claude Monet

in my continued progress,
time is relentless.
opting temporarily cessation,
to extend roots
and grow a bit.
i’ll be like a flower with
petals lithe, color-bright,
for another small season.
but O my soul soon writhing –
the struggle and bleating
of this one lost, wandering…
Would green grass illude?
How fast the slope entraps.
Spellbound in temptation
The darkness flows overhead
like a cool, fast river.
i have seen respite
yet still I will cool my feet
in those rushing waters
and end up
with a heart in quandary.
pleading for simplicity
and getting a string-pull
like a marionette
straightening up –
conceding petals will dry
and so my feet as well
and on i go.

rick

at river’s edge

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“The Banks of the River Epte at Giverny” Monet

At river’s edge we sat and wept.
The river is life! Yet so many slept.
Restless hearts hate the choices availed,
Against God’s wisdom, man’s reason paled.

At river’s edge we sat and wept.
Infinite midday yet in darkness crept.
Youth is a time, when time seems everlasting.
But soon ebbing light makes shadows long casting.

At river’s edge we sat and we sang.
For eternal life sates endless heart-felt pang.
And flowing inside we know of true life,
Long passed the pain of stubborn, piercing strife.

At river’s edge we sat and prayed,
For a decision for God is a true decision made.
And as selfish reason was our stronghold for a day,
We now see no reason for further delay.

So at the river, we drink of His word.
Afterall, it is we who have heard.
And all the way God holds us near,
We weep for the lost, but rejoice in a tear.

rick
Psalm 137:1