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“Standing before the doorway of Death”

As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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Courtesy of withgratitudeandgrace.com

 
It is time to reflect on your life.
So you feel you have done a good job of being in control?
Did you ever believe that God had a plan for your life?
 
Were you too busy, too self-absorbed, too important
to listen to God’s whispers in your ear?
 
In comparing time in its length
which do you think is longer
eternity or the length of your own lifespan?
 
Has the thought ever entered your mind
that your Creator is not pleased with you?
 
Do you think today
would be a great day to change your life?
 
Are you ready today
to Let Go and Let God be in charge?

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I find myself going back to this post often. It is my inner thought that tells me that from time to time, our Lord renders us insight to our world beyond death.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
This morning my eyes beheld ocean waves upon the morning sky.
The thought came to mind that it was an ocean from another world.
A preview of many that our Lord renders us each day.
 
Perhaps our concept of God is too small for our thoughts.
Perhaps our spirits have existed for thousands of light years.
In universes beyond our human comprehension. 
 
Was it the next world that my spirit will soon discover
upon an ocean scene in a morning sky?
What beauty
what adventures await us
in the many lives before us?
 
With my Lord at the helm of my ship
I only know that whatever voyage is before me
My Lord will bless and keep me safe. 

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Courtesy of my.opera.com “Everything was perfect in my universe.”

It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
 
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
 
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.  
My hand reached across my left toward you.
 
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
 
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
 
I then realized in this world
as long as you  were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.

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Depression is still a wide spread sickness of a chemical imbalance of our brains. To this day the medical profession has not found a cure for it. When it reaches the imbalance stage, as much as three years is necessary in treatment to come out of it. If this poem relates many of your own feelings, seek professional help, seek the help of the Lord and prepare for the good fight ahead.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
 
 
I have fought this battle before….. I lost.
It starts with those that are closest to us.
They remind us of our shortcomings
rather than our victories in life.
 
We fight but seem not to overcome
the weight that falls upon our spirit.
We cannot find anyone to reach out to.
 
Those that we thought cared about us or loved us
really are not sincere in their hearts.
We no longer live under illusions.
 
We feel that our life is over.
Our very breathing becomes heavy
the weight upon our lungs for air becomes heavier.
The battle for light begins.
 
We must reach again for the strength of our Lord.
We must armour ourselves.
Before us lays the battlefield.
Prepare for the good fight.

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Courtesy of birthtourism.wordpress.com

Today the United States of America is on a dangerous path in its future.  On our current course we now have a nation where the average ethics, approach to excellence, average intelligence of our citizens is falling to new lows within U.S. society.  By the very nature of our immigration programs, have we brought the strength of our country to a new low.  A country that allows its borders open to any illegal immigrant looking to drop their child on U.S. soil speaks volumes of the changes that need to be made to our immigration laws.  Defining what makes a true U.S. citizen should go beyond dropping a baby on our soil. 

Each child that is born on our shores by an illegal in this country represents hundreds of thousands of dollars in “Freebies” in community services, education and food stamps over the lifetime of now, what is now a “Legal, U.S. Citizen Child.”  This is a burden that the middle class U.S. Citizen of our country can no longer afford.  We, as a country need to redefine what constitutes a legal U.S. Citizen.  A child born of a mother who is not a U.S. citizen should not automatically become a U.S. Citizen.  In fact the requirement should be for a child to have the status of a U.S. citizen should be that both parents be U.S. citizens at the time of the birth of that child.

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Another poem from the “Master’s Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
The Master’s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little…

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This is one of seven poems of the “Master Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their…

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Courtesy of theo2011.blogspot.com

 
 
The meal was simple
one of bread, fruits, and vegetables from the field.
The conversation was good-natured
and spirited among the men.
 
He sat among them quietly
with a smile of love upon His gentle face.
These men had been with Him for many months.
They were closer than His brothers of birth.
 
He called to the server for a bowl of water
and a simple cloth to wash His hands.
They stopped speaking and turned to Him.
They knew the time to listen had come.
 
With courage the one closest to Him asked,
“Master, how am I to know the face of evil?”
“The Serpent takes many forms,” said the Master.
 
He placed His hands together
each fingertip touching the other
forming a circle.
 
“Within this circle appears air
and nothing to fear
but I say unto you
the Serpent can take any shape or form
seeminly without consequences of punishment or terror,”
said the Master.
 
“At the beginning of eternity
when my Father make your souls
an awareness of knowing evil.
He rendered to your souls an eternal power against evil.
 
When my inner voice speaks to you
know then
my brothers
evil is next to you.”
 
The Masters’ eyes lifted upward
and cautioned,
“Only by crying out your God’s name
will you be protected from Evil.”
 
Then He lowered His head sadly lamenting,
“To ignore this warning will place you in the hold
of the serpent
and you may become forever lost.
 
So I say to you
your heavenly Master and Father
I love you beyond the value or joys of this world.
 
Keep your faith
and ye shall be with us
in love and light in eternity.”
so He spoke to me,
the Master of my life. 
 

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Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

I have been with WordPress with their free blog program for over five years.  My current blog, a poetry blog is my second posting with WordPress.  To date I have over 27,000 hits and 84 followers. 

In the beginning of my relationship with WordPress, I do not recall “Like” buttons or “follower programs.”  My interaction consisted of such with comments submitted.  I was not aware at the time, that a blog poster on WordPress could limit comments only to those WordPress members with blogs of their own. 

With my first poetry blog (which eventually got up to 25,000 posts at the time) I found many comments critical of my Christian religious beliefs.  I know I had the ability to delete such comments from being posted on my prior WordPress site, yet the intensity was such that I cancelled that first WordPress site.

On my second bout with WordPress, I cannot relate how wonderful and great my experience has become with WordPress.  The “Like” button gives me great satisfaction in knowing immediately which of my posts hit a cord with my readers.  My site as well as my two published books from 2005 are non-profit.  Any profits from my poetry work go to serve the “Homeless Cause in Texas.” 

My greatest gift with WordPress has been my “Followers” to date.  The immediate comment responses have become an important part of my day in my interaction with WordPress members.  I now think of many of my “Followers” as family members.  No where else can anyone find a finer group of members in any social type network.  Thank you WordPress for creating such an opportunity to have an important part of my life.

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