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I carved our initials in the Tree of Life.
What value has love in ‘death do us part?’
Is love a flash of light
in the long darkness of night?
 
Flesh to flesh in being born
then death without memory
unable to behold
to recall at will in deep detail.
 
Will thoughts become ashes
that are scattered in a soft wind?
My love to you dearest one
is forever more
upon the Tree of Eternal Life.
 
From the first garden
of eternal promise.
A promise of Love
never lost.
 
Love that is always remembered
in the heart of our Lord
that will never be lost
or forgotten
in the passing of time. 
 
 
 

“………..pointing to a star”

 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 
 
A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.

A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.

As of now, I am proud to announce the address of my WordPress site is now http://texaspoetry.net

This is has been done to simplify passing on to your friends and family my poetry work.  The WordPress sign-in name of https://spiritfilledpoetry.wordpress.com is still a functioning web address.
 
 

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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.
 
for this magic
overtakes me
in this moment
forever locked
in your embrace.
 
 

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"Validation" a published poet in 2005 by John J. Rigo  Picture Courtesy of pathguy.com

“Validation” a published poet in 2005 by John J. Rigo
Picture Courtesy of pathguy.com

Upon death
the Greeks were not known
for writing an Epitaph on a man.
 
They only asked one question
of those around him
the question was
“Did he have Passion?”
 
I have become validated this day. 
 
 
"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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A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord‘s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.
 
 
 

“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.  

Courtesy of asmp.org "One of my favorite pictures off the internet." Looking back on my own Youth.

Courtesy of asmp.org
“One of my favorite pictures off the internet.”
Looking back on my own Youth.

I found myself trying to make sense of my life.
Reviewing each turn
each twist
each decision
that brought me to today.
 
I thought of others I shared my life with.
Many are gone now
from this earth.
Many I miss terribly.
Many I wish I could talk to today.
 
I thought today
of the women in my life.
Each unique.
Each did I love with passion.
 
In my life
each person
in some way
chiseled-pointed me
to who I am today.
 
Did these humans
in my life
truly love me?
 
I have come to the place
that I realized they did not.
At first it was a devastating thought.
 
A light of thought
a brilliance of warmth
entered my heart.
 
It was my Lord and Savior
Who loved me all along
the path of my life.
 
Showing His Love for me.
Carrying me through the darkness.
Blessing my life
in spite of my adversities.
Bless His Name
this day.