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"The Abuser" A Poem by John J. Rigo

“The Abuser” A Poem by John J. Rigo

The words were hammered blows to my heart.
A stranger would dare not speak such words to me
crushing fists would they find
quickly pounding their bodies.
The slap of the glove upon their face
to face certain death on the field of honor.
 
The answer to your acts are simple enough
you are an abuser.
Your love of God and Jesus
but a front
a lie to all.
 
Deep within your heart lies hate
pouring on one who has loved you
beyond all others.
A faithful friend
you no longer are to me.
 
I have seen your soul.
It is dark
black 
ridden with the shit of the world
upon your lips.
 
Oh where
oh where
did my love go.
 
You are without honor
heroism
or truth
in your declared love.

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“The Master’ Series of Poetry”

Five years ago, I was inspired to begin a series of poems called “The Master’s Series.”  It was completed last year in seven poems.  Each one imagines what additional teachings may have rendered by Jesus that were not recorded in the Bible.  On this special Preview,  in preceding the celebration of  “The Risen Christ,” throughout the year, these poems are my gifts to my  circle of readers. One of the Seven Poems follows this announcement.  

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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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Commentary:  Sunday, December 22nd, 2013, Rachael will be nineteen.  She is truly a beautiful young woman, whose beauty goes beyond her outer appearances.  Thank you for today’s special hug that you gave me.  Happy Birthday Rachael!
 
 
 
Her name was Rachael.
She could have easily passed
as my daughter.
 
I met her at a local restaurant.
She waited on our table.
My young past rushed in on me.
 
In my elder years of life
I now believe we can love
more than one woman
in a lifetime.
 
I met my childhood bride
when I was only 17
and she was 16.
It was my first weeks in
basic training in the Air Force.
 
We divorced a year after
I was honorably discharged
after four years of active duty.
We did not have any children
after two and half years of marriage.
 
Since then there have been
other woman in my life up
to the wonderful woman
I am married to today.
 
I have never had children of my own
in now what is my long and blessed life.
I think back many times today.
To those days in Savannah
and the children I never had.
 
Perhaps in a parallel universe
I am this day
hugging the daughter
I never had.
I can only hope so. 
 
 

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"The Abuser" A Poem by John J. Rigo

“The Abuser” A Poem by John J. Rigo

The words were hammered blows to my heart.
A stranger would dare not speak such words to me
crushing fists would they find
quickly pounding their bodies.
The slap of the glove upon their face
to face certain death on the field of honor.
 
The answer to your acts are simple enough
you are an abuser.
Your love of God and Jesus
but a front
a lie to all.
 
Deep within your heart lies hate
pouring on one who has loved you
beyond all others.
A faithful friend
you no longer are to me.
 
I have seen your soul.
It is dark
black 
ridden with the shit of the world
upon your lips.
 
Oh where
oh where
did my love go.
 
You are without honor
heroism
or truth
in your declared love.

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Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

 
The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A dark-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 

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Losing a dear friend is always a very sad thing; having that lost happen during the Christmas season is especially sad (Sam passed away on December 15th, 2008).  To me, Sam Shields was a very special individual, and I will miss him very much.  

Sam was a beautiful man.
A man of presence
standing six foot five
at over two hundred and fifty pounds.
 
He had the gentle qualities of a Teddy Bear.
I never remember Sam being anything but
warm, generous, with words of kindness
on every occasion we were together.
 
If I could have had someone to pick
as an older brother
I would have picked Sam.
 
Sam died suddenly from a massive stroke.
The doctors said his life could have been saved
but he would have been a total vegetable.
 
I know Sam would not have wanted that. 
Sam had been an engineer with Boeing
for forty-six years.
 
He never spoke of what kind of work he did.
He would laughingly say, “If I told you, I then
would have to kill you.”
 
I am going to miss Sam terribly.
They do not make men
like him
anymore.
 
 

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copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

This was a beautiful morning of November 14th, 2013 at Northwood Shores in Gun Barrel City, Texas on Cedar Creek lake.  The timeframe for this picture taken with my Smartphone is 9:15 a.m.  The clouds reminded me of cotton fields….perhaps in heaven, that I wished to share with all of you this morning.  Blessings to each and every one of you this blessed morning.

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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Her name was Rachael.
She could have easily passed
as my daughter.
 
I met her at a local restaurant.
She waited on our table.
My young past rushed in on me.
 
In my elder years of life
I now believe we can love
more than one woman
in a lifetime.
 
I met my childhood bride
when I was only 17
and she was 16.
It was my first weeks in
basic training in the Air Force.
 
We divorced a year after
I was honorably discharged
after four years of active duty.
We did not have any children
after two and half years of marriage.
 
Since then there have been
other woman in my life up
to the wonderful woman
I am married to today.
 
I have never had children of my own
in now what is my long and blessed life.
I think back many times today.
To those days in Savannah
and the children I never had.
 
Perhaps in a parallel universe
I am this day
hugging the daughter
I never had.
I can only hope so. 
 
 

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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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