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Courtesy of 123rf.com

In all the things
thou are to me
I remember now
then recall latter
the twinkle of your laughter
as you followed me quietly
as I ran from you in anger
over some silly thing.
 
There you stood
as I turned
with the biggest
of your smiles.
It was your way
of saying,
“I am sorry.”
 
As I remembered now
you knew more than anyone
the many ways
one can say
“I Love you.”
 
Did I remember also to let
you know this in my heart
at a time when it was
important to tell you
that I also love you
oh so very deeply? 

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"he insight of our Lives" by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo

“he insight of our Lives” by Texas’ Poet John J. Rigo

Every so often
God in His mercy
renders us the insight
of our lives.
 
The purpose of all of this
which most of the time
remains hidden.
 
It is a way of keeping the gift before us.
A way to show us what we are here for
and what is ahead.
 
A way of sharing the joy
to encourage us
to reward us
to place us on the path of wholeness.
 
It is but part of second
a flash of memory that lingers on
leaving the shape of hope
and faith bound to us
within the depth of us.

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Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

It was about two years after we broke up that I learned Jane Parrish had died in an auto accident.  This poem is dedicated to her memory.
 
 
I awoke this morning with a start.
I had no thought of her
or dream of her for that matter
in over forty-five years.
 
We were to met again
in the dream.
I was nervous and fearful in seeing her again.
 
Within the dream I realized she truly was my first love
in discovering passion in my being with a woman.
I guess I had blocked her from my mind
all these years.
 
As I waited to see her again
I recalled all those nights of long ago
that sweating love making with her.
 
It was Summer when we met.
Even with the air conditioning at full blast
we both sweated profusely in love making. 
 
She was as tall as me at six feet
blond blue-eyed with beautiful fair skin.
During the time we were together
I could not believe that I was so blessed
in being loved by a woman like that. 
 
I do not know what I did
to lose her love for me.
I am sure
I also blocked that from my mind.
 
In the dream
we sat across from each other
moving our lips
but unable to form words
at the sight of each other.
 
We knew.
We felt the surge of our old passions
for each other.
 
There was nothing to forgive
between us.
There was
only the love to remember
between the both of us.
 
It was such a great dream.
Loved with such passion
is such a gift to us in our lives.
I awoke from the dream
with tears in my eyes.    

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A Great “Flash Sale on Hay” before it becomes a $100 a bale in early Fall.

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“Why do you stare at me?”

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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Courtesy of jesussaves.com

Courtesy of jesussaves.com

I sat in the chapel
with my life in ashes.
The world outside my pew
was filled with many
broken lives.
 
Tears flowed down my cheeks
for what could have been
but was not.
 
In my deepest prayers at that moment
these words entered my soul
“Cast your hopes on waters of My Love.”
 
I felt my heart open up
as it never did before.
My life was never
the same again.
 
I had finally found
the most precious thing
in my life.
It was God’s Love for me.  

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Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

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 wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

					

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This video will truly bring tears to your eyes. Dancing with stars has nothing to touch these two young people in their dance together. This blog brought to me by a fellow WordPress follower.

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View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.

A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.

It is the quest of a man
to find out who he truly is.
My journey has been long
and difficult.
 
I found love many times.
I lost love many times.
Joy and pain were always
the same.
 
The truth is
we will take nothing with us.
Our flesh quickly becoming
the dust of dunes.
 
I ask forgiveness
to all that I might have hurt
in my journey.
 
I can only hope
that somehow along the way
by example and deed
I have helped others
in their own journey’s.
 
I like you struggled
each day in trying to overcome
the weaknesses of being a human.
 
In remembering me.
Read my words.
Walk briefly in my shoes.
Known that
I finally found
myself.

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