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This is one of seven poems of the “Master Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
 
 
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…

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The meal was simple
one of bread, fruits, and vegetables from the field.
The conversation was good-natured
and spirited among the men.
 
He sat among them quietly
with a smile of love upon His gentle face.
These men had been with Him for many months.
They were closer than His brothers of birth.
 
He called to the server for a bowl of water
and a simple cloth to wash His hands.
They stopped speaking and turned to Him.
They knew the time to listen had come.
 
With courage the one closest to Him asked,
“Master, how am I to know the face of evil?”
“The Serpent takes many forms,” said the Master.
 
He placed His hands together
each fingertip touching the other
forming a circle.
 
“Within this circle appears air
and nothing to fear
but I say unto you
the Serpent can take any shape or form
seeminly without consequences of punishment or terror,”
said the Master.
 
“At the beginning of eternity
when my Father make your souls
an awareness of knowing evil.
He rendered to your souls an eternal power against evil.
 
When my inner voice speaks to you
know then
my brothers
evil is next to you.”
 
The Masters’ eyes lifted upward
and cautioned,
“Only by crying out your God’s name
will you be protected from Evil.”
 
Then He lowered His head sadly lamenting,
“To ignore this warning will place you in the hold
of the serpent
and you may become forever lost.
 
So I say to you
your heavenly Master and Father
I love you beyond the value or joys of this world.
 
Keep your faith
and ye shall be with us
in love and light in eternity.”
so He spoke to me,
the Master of my life. 
 

Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

I have been with WordPress with their free blog program for over five years.  My current blog, a poetry blog is my second posting with WordPress.  To date I have over 27,000 hits and 84 followers. 

In the beginning of my relationship with WordPress, I do not recall “Like” buttons or “follower programs.”  My interaction consisted of such with comments submitted.  I was not aware at the time, that a blog poster on WordPress could limit comments only to those WordPress members with blogs of their own. 

With my first poetry blog (which eventually got up to 25,000 posts at the time) I found many comments critical of my Christian religious beliefs.  I know I had the ability to delete such comments from being posted on my prior WordPress site, yet the intensity was such that I cancelled that first WordPress site.

On my second bout with WordPress, I cannot relate how wonderful and great my experience has become with WordPress.  The “Like” button gives me great satisfaction in knowing immediately which of my posts hit a cord with my readers.  My site as well as my two published books from 2005 are non-profit.  Any profits from my poetry work go to serve the “Homeless Cause in Texas.” 

My greatest gift with WordPress has been my “Followers” to date.  The immediate comment responses have become an important part of my day in my interaction with WordPress members.  I now think of many of my “Followers” as family members.  No where else can anyone find a finer group of members in any social type network.  Thank you WordPress for creating such an opportunity to have an important part of my life.

It has been a great long weekend starting this past Thursday thru yesterday evening. It was full of hugs from many of my wife’s girlfriends. All of which are wonderful, loving, human beings.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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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Obituary For: Arby Walker | Stringer & Griffin Funeral Home.  It was my honor to know Arby in the early eighties for a period of several years.  She was one of the most beautiful humans I ever knew both outside and inside.  I have no doubt she is in a beautiful place in Heaven.

In reposting my work, my heart always turns back to the poems of the “Master Series,” a group of seven poems demonstrating other aspects of Jesus upon His time on the earth. It is not me that writes but the inspiration of my Lord and Savior that renders these words.[

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
On this day
the Master revealed
His greatest gift to mankind.
 
This gift was rendered on a mountain of stone
reflected on a setting sun
to a multitude of many
in one of the many lessons
given to multitudes in those years. 
 
The question
that came toward the end of that day
was, “ Master, what is the greatest gift
that God gives to all of us?”  asked the young
man in the multitude of that day.
 
The Master replied,
“The greatest gift that my Father gives to all
is the secret of Forgiveness.
 
In rendering forgiveness to ones self
and also forgiveness of others
does a sinner reveal
the keys to heaven
and the eternal Love of our Father.
 
Forgiveness assures the eternal love of the Father
and being in the arms of His Love forever.”
So said the Master of my life
on…

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A “Freshly Pressed” awarded blog of this day rendering an exceptional view of our future as humans on the planet. Will we be able to save our physical communication skills?

Michael Gallagher's avatarMichael Sean Gallagher

Apparently, I wasn’t quite done with the Cloud Atlas inspiration of my last post. In continuing with that post on science fiction making the future permissible in our conscious thought, I might consider another element of science fiction and art depicting the future, that of a reliance on structure. I have noticed that much modern science fiction (visualized in film or art) or any depiction of the future tends to rely on architectural structure to project the ‘future-ness’ of the composition. In short, we imagine the future and the first thing we imagine is the architectural structure of that future. The geography of our future societies is perhaps more readily visible than the future interaction and composition of those societies.

I don’t want to make the case that this is due to a lack of imagination to our artists in regards to the future. I am intentionally isolating the…

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“Oh where Oh where has my young bride gone?”

We will not walk these hollowed halls again.
That is why we must always live in the moment.
Memories will replace those moments.
 
Embrace Love when it is within your reach.
Remember to always render appreciation for Love.
It’s moments are forever fleeing in the passing of time.
Moments that become more foggy and misty in time. 
 
Feelings are pictures of those times
that special look
that only a first love gives.
 
The burning embrace of passionate love.
The comfort of awaking from a deep sleep
from a night of close spooning.
Dancing together as one
in that one special evening.
 
To have loved
to been loved
that is the greatest gift of all.
 
Best to have had the memory
to shed a tear upon
then none at all.
 
Thank you Lord
for rendering me another day
to Love again.

When one finds the Love of Their Life, the desire to spend your eternity with that individual is a real wish, as well as desire. This poem relates those emotions.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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Every one who writes poetry has favorites. I am no different. Following is one of my favorite written poems from 2005. It speaks volumes about my own life to date.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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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