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"Hugs" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo (Revised) upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in A Major Connection in Human Relationships, Christmas Hugs A Poem about Hugs by John J. Rigo, Poetry, Texas' Poetry, The Wonder of a Hug, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", Why "Hugs" are Special this Christmas of 2014, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 
There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
 
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.  
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
 
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
 
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
 
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
 
 

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“As Death Comes Closer to My Door” A Christmas Thought, copyright 2005 John J. Rigo, poem from “Rainbows Amidst Storms” Revised

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Christmas Thought by John J. Rigo, A Posted Christmas Poem in 2014 by award winning Texas' Poet, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on December 15, 2014| 1 Comment »

lightofheavenAs death comes closer to my door

my eyes, though weak, seem to become clearer

about what I see about me.

Something about the look of God’s creations

that I did not notice before now

In seeing this creation

a wonderment stops my breath.

 

Is it the sound of wind singing

that I had not noticed before now?

Is it the vastness of the night skies filled with a beauty

beyond words that I cannot describe?

 

I find myself noticing beauty in people

a beauty that before

I did not see.

I see beauty in the old, the sick

the visions that I used to turn away from seeing

but no longer do.

 I feel the pain and joy of other people

I used to not feel such things.

The laughter of a child

ringing like a heavenly bell,

pealing in a meadow

sounds in my ears.

Is this God’s way of saying

“Look at what you have missed earlier in your life?”

I am not sure

but I do know

now I have become more thankful.

More thankful each day

for the gifts God has given to me.

 

I seem to be getting closer to heaven each day.

I now know, what I see, hear and Feel

are all but a small part of what will be in God’s world.

 

I can only hope

that in this twilight of my life

I might become worthy

in the areas that I have been unworthy.

May I be worthy of the love and blessings

He has given me in this life.

Thank you God

for this day.

 

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"My Beautiful Church Home" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Beauty Beyond Churches at Christmas 2014, Poetry, Texas' Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2014| 1 Comment »

Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

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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“The Healer” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in We are all Healers, tagged , , , , on December 12, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Courtesy of sligofbay.hubpages.com

Courtesy of sligofbay.hubpages.com

If I could be anything

I would be a healer.

A touch of a hand

would render all illnesses healed.

It was then the voice spoke and said,

“You are my healer.

For I will bring before you

those broken of spirit.

By simply sharing your own story

will their spirits be healed.”

It was then I realized

that we all are healers.

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“Name Change of Winery in Progress” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator and Co-Owner of “Stewart-Rigo Winery”

Posted in Name Change in Progress for East Texas' Vineyard on December 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »

A Special Thank-You to our supporters in our future vineyard and winery in East Texas.

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"The Eternal Kiss" John J. Rigo copyright 2005 "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in "The Eternal Kiss" a 2005 poem by John J. Rigo Texas' Poet, "The Eternal Kiss" a poem by John J. Rigo, A Texas' Poet Named in the Who's Who of International Poets, Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , on December 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 

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I kiss thee
with my heart
upon my lips.
 
My breath held
in anticipation
of the moment.
 
Held so long
afraid to take
that next breath.
 
This magic
overtakes me
in this moment
forever locked
in your embrace.
 
 

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"Our Day" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in "Our Day" A Special Poem by John J. Rigo, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005 on December 8, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 

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A bright blue sky day.
Water with a spray of diamonds.
Rays of warmth upon my face.
 
You at my side
with that special smile
that I love above all expressions
that pass over your face each day.
 
Let us hold this close to us
in what seems not enough time for
just the two of us.
 
Cherish this day
love this day
with all we have.
 
For we will never know
how many
if any
of these days are before us.
 
We have each other
with our love for one another.
What could be worth
more than just this day?

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"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Poet and Commentator remembers his departed friends, Friends of a Lifetime by John J. Rigo, Passed away friends are never replaced, Real Friends only come once in a Lifetime, Remembering Lost Friends at Christmas time from a Texas' Poet, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on December 7, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 
It is the Christmas Season of 2014 here at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.  Today, I recall my long gone friends of many years.  Wherever you may both be this day,  remember this is one of your friends that misses you both terribly.
 
 
With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
 
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
 
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
 
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
 
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
 
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
 
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
 
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
 
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
 
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
 
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
 
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
 
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
 
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.
 

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"A Christmas Memory From Long Ago" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in A Christmas Memory from the Past from a Texas' Poet, A Lesson About Love, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , on December 7, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Courtesy of free-christmas-deskstop-wallpaper.blogspot.com

 
 
 
This poem comes from a true story in my life…..I think it is timeless in its message.   The lesson is that when two people share love, as I and my childhood bride did then, it truly was all the processions we needed.  
 
 
It was our first Christmas together.
We both were eighteen
with barely more
than the clothes on our backs.
 
I was just out of basic training
in the U.S. Air Force.
She had just graduated from high school
and then wrote a bus to Savannah, Georgia,
to join me
the love of her life.
 
We had rented a several room apartment
on the second floor of an old Savannah home.
It was in a falling-down condition.
 
The gifts we shared were inexpensive
but meant the world in their value
and meaning to each of us.
 
She gave me a St. Christopher‘s medal of Silver
while I gave her a Catholic missal.
She wanted to become a Catholic like me
prior to us getting married.
 
I took a picture of her opening her present.
The smile upon her face was beautiful.
It was a Christmas in 1960.
 
It will always be a Christmas
I will always remember.
The lesson I learned
that day was
the love between us
was truly
the greatest gift
we could have shared
that Christmas. 
 

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