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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 of woman.
Your love of God and Jesus but a front,
a lie to all.
Deep within your heart lies hate still 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 and 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.
It was a long day of preaching and answering many questions by the Master.
Toward the end of the day an ancient elder of the nearby village asked the
Master the following question.
” Master,”  he shouted above the multitude,
“Tell us of the Last Judgement.”
The Master replied,
” The Judgement Bench sits before the Gates of Heaven.
On this day Trillions of souls will stand before this bench.
The total of all the eternal souls that have been born and died in eternity.
The scales of judgement will be in the total hearts of all.
Each soul will stand before all in total recall of all the details,
of their lives on the physical earth.
No trespass will be hidden,
no hurt upon others forgotten,
but revealed to all,
to see, to feel within,
their own individual spirits.
The sincerity of one giving up themselves
to Jesus will also lay in the balance of judgement.
To those, that the scales of justice weigh
heavily against them,
the gates of hell will swallow them
for their last time to an eternity of suffering,
without the light of God before them.
To those, who died with repent on their lips,
to those who gave their lives to Christ in their lives,
with deeds of love and goodness,
to these,
the Gates will then open,
to an eternity of peace and joy.
So, it will be on that day,
that all will stand
before the Judgement Bench,”
so said the Master of my life,
on this day.

 

tears_of_sadnessSaint Michael, my Protector, I call on you in the Mighty Name of Jesus to Protect my Beloved,

from the Evil that the One,  of the claimed Cloth of Good, has brought upon our household.

Remove all powers from The Evil One and there covey of assistants that have brought a dark shadow across my Beloved. 

Let Evil One’s darkness be forever be removed from this moment to ever darken our home again.

Let my Beloves’ Goodly Spirit be renewed again by the Love of my Lord and His protection.

Thank You Jesus for letting the Mighty Michael stand in place in our home,

forever guarding us from this Evil,

to never hurt us again.

Signs of God’s Love for us,
abound before us.
We must not be blinded to see it,
nor receive it.
Our lack of sight,
nor our ability to receive such gifts,
are lost to us,
by own very own angers,
and lack of forgiveness.
Only by becoming aware of our shortcomings,
in the eyes of our God,
with the help of Jesus’ individual Love for us,
will these many blessings,
become ours.
 
 

Courtesy of martybugs.net

The sand is pushed aside
as my feet are placed upon the landscape.
My footprints quickly disappear
as I move forward in my quest.
 
Blowing winds leave the mark of my path
but for a second
a mark of passing that becomes neither
a longing memory
or a recall by the passing landscape.
 
Are we too
a grain of sand
lost to a moment of time?

My Bride, Linda Terry-Rigo

She spoke of death, matter factually.
She told me what the afterlife was.
The detail was clear and without doubt.
An earthbound angel returned,
to quiet my fears and give me peaceful assurance.
Who was this creature that gave me this gift,
with such authority?
I had known her for over thirty-five years.
We have been together over eighteen years.
She is the wife of my dreams.
A true “Giver of Life” is my bride.
How blessed, am I, this day,
to have time shared with her.
Thank you God,
for this gift of life to me.  

Cover for My Upcoming Third Published Poetry Book

Joe passed away on February 12th, 2010.
It was after the record snow storm of February 2010.
The power went out in their home.
 
He and is wife, Christine were moving into temporary
quarters in the New Comfort Inn of Mabank, Texas
when he quietly passed on.
Joe would have been 81.
 
Joe was a sweet, loving and very kind man.
He loved McKinney, Texas.
Whenever he spoke of McKinney
his face took on a glow of peace,
his childhood, his friends, his memories
were many of those days in McKinney.
 
There was a deep longing in his voice
for some of those memories.
Some of those memories were with extreme joy,
while others seemed to carry regret.
 
As with all of us,
one could not have lived a full life
without a certain amount of regret.
 
I will miss Joe
and our talks,
when he sat down with us to visit
at the “Seasons” restaurant in Mabank, Texas.
 
Joe was proud of his wife Christine.
Joe loved Christine
with the deepest of love.
 
I myself, only have one regret
that I did not have more time
to know Joe Burton even more.
 
People like Joe are very special humans.
Sadly in this day and age
there are not enough
special people
to go around
for us all.