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“The Lord Defeats my Enemies Thru Michael who brings Death and Destruction to their doors…..Bless the Lord’s name, be in awe in the power of his angel.”

 
 
My Brothers and Sisters
one belief to remember
is in the end
Evil defeats itself.
 
Once Evil was part of the heavenly Good.
In falling from the Sight of God
did Evil still have great power.
Never will this power
overcome Good.
 
Should Evil come upon you
believe in the Lord.
Have Faith in the Lord.
 
Love the Lord with all your being.
Patience
with prayer
will destroy Evil.
 
I know this to be true.
Praise and Glory to my Lord
and God.
 

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"It was a simple glass bottle........"

“It was a simple glass bottle……..”

 
 
It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
 
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
 
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
 
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle. 
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
 
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God‘s gifts to us are never ending.
 
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
 
 
 

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Courtesy of focusorlando.org "Many claim to be God-fearing and loving" when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.  Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

Courtesy of focusorlando.org
“Many claim to be God-fearing and loving” when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

 
In speaking before the crowd this day
the Master spoke these words,
“Rejoice, in that Evil attempts to bring harm to you
for it is a sign that Evil is losing its battle against you.
Rejoice in knowing that with my power
Evil is being overcome in your life.”
 
In speaking the Master turned toward me
placed His hands upon my head and said,
“I Bless thee with all the glory, strength of the Father
knowing you are doing His work in serving Me.
Know my sons and daughters
that I Love you and Am with you.”  

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1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, Titled, “Mother’s Sorrow”

If I were God
would I have done things any differently?
 
In the mist of my creation
would I have made beings
who would worship me
built into their souls?
 
I think not
for love is only love
when given freely.
 
Is it not said
that we are made in His image?
 
Would not His Love be the ultimate
universal love?
 
If we would give our life for the one we loved
would God render any less
in giving His life for us?
 
In God’s love for us
would enduring a day of pain
be a fair exchange to insure that all those He loved
would be with Him?
 
If you were God
would you have done the same for me?  

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1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, titled, “Mother’s Sorrow.”

 
The gate stood high and firm before the light of paradise.
It had been this way for thousands of years.
The only light revealed was the light of God
through its bars.
 
A sound of longing was heard
from the millions of souls before its barrier.
There seemed to be no hope for reunion with God.
 
The day of days,
the hour of redemption
finally came to this place,
beginning with a cry of joy
from these souls.
 
Beyond the gates a cross appeared,
equal to the height and width of the gate.
The joy formed a song of everlasting love
on the lips of these souls.
 
It was a song unlike any sound ever heard before
or since this moment.
The words, “It is done,” were heard above the song.
The gate was no more.
The souls of God’s creation were returned home.  

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Courtesy of Google search. Author unknown.

Courtesy of Google search. Author unknown.

I seek not praise or adoration,
just the warmness of your touch.
A friendship that seeks not reward
nor return.
 
A connection of understanding
between these gulfs
that separate us as humans
from different times and places
even though we have not lived the same.
 
Love that overcomes all barriers between us
without fear
without reprisal
to continue into time without limit for us.
 
To finally find
at some point ahead
the binding of our souls
that will never leave us
alone again.
 
 
 

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"A Red Glass of Wine" by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet

“A Red Glass of Wine” by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

Silver Star Winery of Texas Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

Stewart-Rigo Winery
Stewart-Rigo Farm and Ranch of Texas

New Sign for "Stewart-Rigo Winery" formerly "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

New Sign for “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Linda, my wife, my precious Gift!

Linda, my wife, my precious Gift!

 

In our retirement almost a year and a half ago, my wife and I were excited to find a beautiful home on thirty acres in Eustace, Texas.  My wife was the oldest of six on a two hundred acre farm in Celina, Texas, in her youth.  Her Father was a true farmer, in the sense of what a farmer was about.  Her memories from her childhood was neighbors were true neighbors in those day, in helping each other.  In our new home in Eustace, which will be the home of our on going vineyard, we have found that is far from the realities of life in the country.

As a rule, we have found country folks standoffish, isolated and as the old saying goes, “They would not give a nickel to see a piss ant eat a bale of hay.”  The worse thing we have found as new farm owners in East Texas, we are considered a “Mark-of-Sorts.”  Every contractor we have come across are out there basically is out to “take you.” Of course in the year and half, we have been blessed with a few bright spots in meeting locals that a “just good decent folks.”  Unfortunately that has been rare, and not the rule of thumb.

We are blessed in holding our own, especially with 45 years experience in sales training and management on my part, and my wife, who is a retired State Farm Insurance Agent of 28 years of service to her former customers.  In other words, when it comes to figuring out folks for what they really are, in most cases, we did not “fall off a watermelon truck.”

Over the last year, my wife who holds a BS degree, has been a full-time student in AG courses in the local college in Athens, beside over halfway thru a vineyard course thru the University of Davis out of California.  We actually know what we are doing!

If you are planning on buying a small farm in your retirement and go back to the soil, be prepared to deal with every con man and “user” that can be found in country life.  It is not the road that the old movies came from…..it is a tough road to accomplish a life’s dream.

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Courtesy of olliekane.blogspot.com

 
Commentary on poem dated April 17th, 2014:  The wonderful part of poetry, to my way of thinking is that in looking back at a previous work of my own, I can see more meaning in the content of the work.  On this poem, it deals with our own outlook on life and how it changes constantly.  In my case, it is how we all live in a state of denial when it comes to relationships.  Many times we attempt to make them “more than they really are in their individual worth and value to us personally.”  Only by moving forward in life with a more open mind, do we find many who claim to love us and care about us, really are being dishonest with us, as we are dishonest with ourselves in how we perceive them.
 
 
A singular line horizontally drawn.
Above a blue sky.
Below
a deep ocean of blue.
  
Is it the end of the world
or the beginning of another?
 
Standing still
there is no answer.
 
Only by moving forward
do we realize there is more
beyond a singular line.
 
Attitude?
Perspective?
Are they not one
and the same?
 

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Courtesy AngelsByEve.com

It was one of those days that nothing seemed to be going right.

My mind filled with racing thoughts

going different ways

Questions, questions with seemly no answers

as I pushed through the crowd

of wherever I was going.

Suddenly  in my own world

I looked up

and there you were

passing me ever so quickly.

The smile that you gave me took my breath away.

A stranger’s smile in a maddening world. 

There was such kindness in that smile of yours.

The warmest of feelings overcame me.

Peace and Joy was brought to my racing heart.

Long after you were gone

I tried to remember

what you looked like.

Were your eyes Blue or Brown?

All that remained in my mind’s eye

was the memory of that very special and endearing smile.

A smile that brought a smile to my own lips.

With a nod of my head

I gave thanks and appreciation

for this gift from a stranger.

 

Long after this time

a strange thought came to my mind.

Could angels be walking this earth

to remind each of us

that love can be

the gift of  the day? 

 

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Courtesy of the special collection of the University of Washington

 
 
It had been many years since he felt that way.
It was a rerun in his memory of the past.
There was fifty years between them.
She was outright flirting with him.
 
He was uncomfortable with it.
He was sitting right there with his Bride.
She acted like his bride was not even in the room.
 
Maybe it was how she got right into his face.
She looked at him like he was something really special.
She touched his knee under the table
as she kneeled before them on the side of the table
to take their dinner order.
 
Just when he accepted that his youth was long gone
she had to come along and remind him
what it felt like to be desired.
She was unfair in doing what she did.
 
Leaving behind the passions of youth
is not an easy thing for a man to do.
The move from passion to wisdom
is painful for any man.  
 
Perhaps ladies there is a lesson here.
Men of Passion never die in their hearts.
The burning heat of creation is part of their DNA.
Never treat your man like he is no longer alive.
 
Within every silver-headed man
still lies the young boy
remembering
wanting
desiring.
 
Laugh not at Passion.
It is as old as the centuries.
Forever faithful.
Forever remembering.
What it was like
to have been loved. 
 
Commentary on Poem:  Shortly after I posted this poem and shared it with one of my friends, their comment was, “John, some folks would just about do anything for a big tip, especially a twenty year old.”  His comment was filled with great laughter.  Frankly I joined the laughter with many big “Ha-Ha’s” on my part.  There is much truth in the saying,  “There is no fool, like an old fool.” Lol 
 

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