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It was a vision that came to me yesterday.
This life but a beginning of our journey thru eternity.
Our physical life here brief in its beginning.
 
Death but a transition on this journey
to many other lives ahead
in many other forms
in the ever-expanding image
of God.
 
Our time here but a
training period in preparation.
Joys and visions beyond
our human comprehension.
 
Live each day with
Love, Joy, Thankfulness,
gainful Wisdom
in God’s Love
for our Eternal Souls.
 
Prepare well
for your journey
it will be a long one.
All those we lost
will be returned to us.
 
Fear not Death
it is but a door
of many
into God’s House.
 
 

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As I approach the twilight time of my life
the answer has come to an important question.
 
The question deals with the pain, the suffering, the depression
that we all must deal with 
in our elder years.
 
Why should our minds
or our physical bodies deteriorate in such a way?
 
In tearful recall of our youth
is that all we are left with?
 
I thought of Jesus
my Lord and Savior
I thought of His suffering before His death.
 
There is much about this world that can bring
happiness and blessings.
There are many things that our physical bodies
wish not to depart from in this world.
 
Whether it be the beauty created by our God
or the love connections
that are so important to us.
 
Could our suffering be but a gift from our Lord?
A way to make the release easier from this physical world?
 
Perhaps in the suffering is the blessing
in knowing we are going to
a far happier place in our eternity.

Courtesy photo by Pat Dollins. Taken at Treasure Hunters Roadshow in Placerville.

 
I tried to think of a gift
that would be special to you.
A gift of treasure that would endure
thru the days of our lifes.
 
Would gold and jewels
things that could rust
and turn to dust
in the sands of time
be such a gift?
 
I think not
for the earth holds many trinkets from the ages.
Trinkets buried deeply in the earth
long forgotten of their purpose.
Forgotten of the song they held so long ago.
 
I give thee my words of my heart
that are enclosed within the eternity of my soul.
Eternity with such a gift
that will go beyond the decaying trinkets of the earth.
 
If it is God’s will that death should temporary seperate us
this gift shall be my seal of love
to clothe you in the light of my love
and carry you forward to the day
we shall meet again in the eternity that is before us.
 
It will be a place without pain
hurt or further sorrow for us.
A place where we shall again open the seal of my love.
A place where we will laugh again in joy each day
in the wonder of our love.
 
 
 

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I broke your heart.
I know when the deed was done.
I knew then
as I know now
I was in love with you.
 
More afraid of failure
than giving myself to you.
I still can hear in my soul
the sound of your tears
on the tape from that day.
 
Two hours of tears and screaming
my name in agony.
I was the center of your agony
in my rejection of your love.
 
It has been thirty-four years
since that day.
A week never goes by
that my thoughts turn to you.
 
In my being
I now know
that the joy I knew with you then
will come again in my death
and hopefully with it
the joy of heaven.
 
If you are reading this
at this very moment
know this is one
who will always love you.
.....is never lost.  Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

…..is never lost. Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

 
A ship in the sea of life
riding each wave of life
seeking the warm sun of each day.
 
The beauty of each dream as night falls
is never lost as it heads
toward the curve of each horizon.
 
Storms will blow
onward do we flow
in love and courage
by His hand.
 
Tomorrow brings the knowing in His love
the vastness of the ocean
is not so alone.
 
As long as we believe
we will never be alone.
 
For His love
surpasses all of this.
 
This and time beyond
this brief sea of life.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

 
 

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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.
 
 
  

“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. 
Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo "The Tree is Me" taken on the morning of June 10th, 2014 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.

Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo “The Tree is Me” taken on the morning of June 10th, 2014 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Click picture to be taken to full blown-up beautiful picture.

I have looked upon this tree for many years.
Over the last year I have observed it every day.
In the tree I see me.
 
Nine years ago she was a beautiful Willow Tree
with full branches of leaves touching the ground
as all good Willow Trees do.
 
She has seen many a storm over those years.
Many of which have broken her branches
while strong winds torne at her essence.
 
Her spirit now struggles with aging limbs
many of which no longer bare leaves.
Broken branches still reaching for the sun of day.
 
Still a beauty of Nature with now its broken dreams.
Days now counting swiftly till a strong storm
will finally crash her/me to the ground.
 
Ho Reaper of Life and Nature
treat me with a gentle hand
when I am to be cut down.
Remember once….I too
was a mighty tree.
 
 
  

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Of all memories
that we try most to forget
is a first love.
Till now I had tried to do the same
but today those memories returned.
 
I never hear from her again.
It was 1964 when we divorced.
Today she will be 69.
The  light of youth
has long left her eyes.
 
Know Linda Faye Smith
that wherever you may be this date.
I now think of you often.
A first love buried deep in the heart
truly never fades for long
in loves’ memory.
  
We were both like children when we met.
She was sixteen and I was seventeen.
It was my first pass in basic training
in the Air Force in Happy, Texas.
 
It was jet boat races that weekend
at this lake in Happy when my eyes
met her for the first time.
 
It was a magical moment
our bus was pulling out 
as we exchanged addresses
thru the bus window.
 
We married two years latter.
She eighteen and I turned nineteen
a newly promoted buck sergeant
in the Air Force.
 
She was a virgin
on our wedding night.
The true gift of love
that any woman
can give a man.
 
We were together a year
before I got my orders
to go overseas for a year.
 
It was a heartbreak
to us both for it was
an isolated tour area
in the military
I was sent to.
 
A year latter
we divorced
she misunderstood
my fear in starting
a family while attempting
to establish stability in our lives.
 
I guess now that I look down that road.
A long road of many years since those days
I now realize that a first love never leaves the heart.
 
 
 
 

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Last night a dream entered my peace.
It was you sobbing.
Crying for what could have been 
but it was not.
 
Outside of your world everything seemed perfect.
To others your world was without want.
It was not.
 
A part of your soul was seeking
but not finding
some special part of understanding.
 
The part that was compassion
of tenderness
that was not in your moment of being.
 
Was there hope to bind this wound
a wound so deep?
My arms reached for you.
 
Held you tight with lips to your ear.
Whispered I love you
I care
I know your pain.
 
I will always be here for you.
You slowly smiled.
Sunshine filled the room.