I have been where you are
a hell of loneliness and despair.
Had I created this place in my past
as you are now
where I was once?
I ask myself what pains cross your mind
as this day of many comes to you?
Do you hunger?
Are you without sleep?
The night only brings fear for your life.
Are you without anyone who cares
where you are this day?
Are you missed?
I too have been where you are.
From ashes of the mind did thou raise me
from a pit of worldly hell.
It was not my talents of mind
nor spirit that lead me from this dark world.
It was my prayers.
You never failed to hear me
when I cried out to you.
When I tried to end this life
you spoke gently to me
asking me to be patient
and wait one more day.
One day lead to another.
Finally the sun began to shine again
in your blessings and your love for me.
Thank you Lord
for giving hope to the hopeless
as you gave to me.
Thank you Lord
for loving me when I was without love.
Yea Lord without your grace
would I now be lost.
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"Yea Through the Grace of God Go I" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"
Posted in Battling after Holidays Depression, Overcoming Depression, Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Arts, Dealing with Depression, God, Health, Online Writing, Overcoming Depression., Poetry, Romance, Texas, Word on January 7, 2014| Leave a Comment »
I have been where you are
a hell of loneliness and despair.
Had I created this place in my past
as you are now
where I was once?
I ask myself what pains cross your mind
as this day of many comes to you?
Do you hunger?
Are you without sleep?
The night only brings fear for your life.
Are you without anyone who cares
where you are this day?
Are you missed?
I too have been where you are.
From ashes of the mind did thou raise me
from a pit of worldly hell.
It was not my talents of mind
nor spirit that lead me from this dark world.
It was my prayers.
You never failed to hear me
when I cried out to you.
When I tried to end this life
you spoke gently to me
asking me to be patient
and wait one more day.
One day lead to another.
Finally the sun began to shine again
in your blessings and your love for me.
Thank you Lord
for giving hope to the hopeless
as you gave to me.
Thank you Lord
for loving me when I was without love.
Yea Lord without your grace
would I now be lost.
"I Remember Fondly Christmas’ Past" copyright 2005 by John J. Rigo, selection from "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in A Remembrance of Christmas by John J. Rigo, christmas Poems by John J. Rigo, dojinvest18443tracking, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Child Jesus, Christmas, cyber_unit_henderson_county, Holiday, Jesus, Religion and Spirituality, Steel, Texas, Toy on December 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2013, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker. After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath. Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out. In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week. He worked very hard for that money.
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I remember fondly Christmas’ past our first tree alive with lights before it caught fire later that week. I remember fondly the Christmas with toys. Never before had my brother and I received toys. How angry my Father became when we broke several toys after a few hours of play. It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus as a steel worker. He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas. He thought those toys would never break. I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid when no money was available whatsoever for toys. We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a department store window. One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle. My young brother and I played with it for days. A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had. I remember fondly Christmas past, acting in the church Christmas pageant. I was a little child with the beard of a prophet shaking in a spotlight in the church play. It snowed that night. My best friend and I asked permission to keep wearing the beards. A most beautiful snow floated through the air as we walked home together. The dirty streets of the city were made clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes. We sang church carols walking home our arms around each other’s shoulder. How close to baby Jesus we were back then. I remember fondly Christmas’ past when life seemed so much simpler. Joys more easily shared with laughter much deeper than now. Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past even to this special day of a new Christmas. Another December which will also will soon be gone into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past."I Remember Fondly Christmas’ Past" copyright 2005 by John J. Rigo, selection from "Rainbows Amidst Thorns"
Posted in A Remembrance of Christmas by John J. Rigo, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Calendar, Child Jesus, Christianity, Christmas, Holidays, Jesus, Religion and Spirituality, Texas on November 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »
(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2013, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker. After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath. Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out. In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week. He worked very hard for that money.
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I remember fondly Christmas’ past our first tree alive with lights before it caught fire later that week. I remember fondly the Christmas with toys. Never before had my brother and I received toys. How angry my Father became when we broke several toys after a few hours of play. It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus as a steel worker. He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas. He thought those toys would never break. I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid when no money was available whatsoever for toys. We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a department store window. One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle. My young brother and I played with it for days. A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had. I remember fondly Christmas past, acting in the church Christmas pageant. I was a little child with the beard of a prophet shaking in a spotlight in the church play. It snowed that night. My best friend and I asked permission to keep wearing the beards. A most beautiful snow floated through the air as we walked home together. The dirty streets of the city were made clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes. We sang church carols walking home our arms around each other’s shoulder. How close to baby Jesus we were back then. I remember fondly Christmas’ past when life seemed so much simpler. Joys more easily shared with laughter much deeper than now. Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past even to this special day of a new Christmas. Another December which will also will soon be gone into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past.Question? copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"
Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged A McKinney Poets' charity programs, A non-profit fund raising opportunity for the Collin County area of Texas, A published poet who has won the Collin County Texas Poetry Award, McKinney Texas home of a local international poet, Poetry, Top 200 poets internationally in Who's Who, Winning Poet of the Collin County Texas Poetry Contest on November 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »
"Yea Through the Grace of God Go I" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"
Posted in Overcoming Depression, Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Arts, God, Health, Online Writing, Poetry, Romance, Texas, Word on November 2, 2013| 1 Comment »
I have been where you are
a hell of loneliness and despair.
Had I created this place in my past
as you are now
where I was once?
I ask myself what pains cross your mind
as this day of many comes to you?
Do you hunger?
Are you without sleep?
The night only brings fear for your life.
Are you without anyone who cares
where you are this day?
Are you missed?
I too have been where you are.
From ashes of the mind did thou raise me
from a pit of worldly hell.
It was not my talents of mind
nor spirit that lead me from this dark world.
It was my prayers.
You never failed to hear me
when I cried out to you.
When I tried to end this life
you spoke gently to me
asking me to be patient
and wait one more day.
One day lead to another.
Finally the sun began to shine again
in your blessings and your love for me.
Thank you Lord
for giving hope to the hopeless
as you gave to me.
Thank you Lord
for loving me when I was without love.
Yea Lord without your grace
would I now be lost.





