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Fear not in returning to the den of thy enemies,
the Lord is thy shield against all thy enemies.
The Lord has declared the destruction
of all those,
who curse you,
slander you,
plot against you,
and attempt to destroy you.
Return to the den of thy justice,
and tribulation in hand.
Watch,
as justice is carried out,
as the heads of thy evil enemies,
roll beneath your feet. 

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Last night, my dear friend Paul Yeager of McKinney, Texas passed away.  Paul was one of the last true American war hero’s who served unselfishly the McKinney, Texas’ community for many years.  Reference this link: http://www.turrentinejacksonmorrow.com/detail.php?id=6218   This poem is dedicated to his family:
 
 
If I should die before you
I will await you on a silver beach
with a golden sun.
 
If I should die before you
time will not move
until your steps are heard behind me.
 
I will know it is you.
I will hear your eternal breath
your low laughter as you approach
to join me.
 
If I should die before you
on the most perfect of days
together we will watch the waves
the breakers making only the most
perfect of patterns.
 
It will be a world that never has a bad day
on a silver beach
with a golden sun
in a special place
for you and me.

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courtesy of life.com

The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

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Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

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I seek not praise or adoration,
just the warmness of your touch.
A friendship that seeks not reward
nor return.
A connection of understanding
between these gulfs
that separate us as humans
from different times and places,
even though we have not lived the same.
Love that overcomes all barriers between us,
without fear,
without reprisal,
to continue into time without limit for us.
To finally find,
at some point ahead,
the binding of our souls,
that will never leave us,
alone again.
 
 
 

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John J. Rigo A/lC, Registry custodian, Cosmic Top Secret Registry for ICEDEFOR from June 62' to June 63'

Your lips will move, and rendered me praise,
this Memorial Day.
Yet the words you will speak,
will not be from your heart.
You see,
you are a Democratic Liberal.   
In your youth,
you became a professional student,
in order to avoid serving your country.
The truth is,
you feel anyone who serves,
is a fool.
You feel differently than my Father,
in his own love of our country.
My Father came to his country,
at age sixteen,
on a boat to Ellis Island,
from Northern Italy.
My Father had three goals,
they were to seek,
“Honest work,
learn to speak English,
and to become,
an American citizen.”
My Father felt it was a privilege,
to be an American Citizen
of this great nation.
Today, I look about me,
at the millions who came to my country,
illegally,
and without any desire,
to seek honest work,
or speak our language,
or ever to become American citizens.
As head leader of our Nation,
you travel the world,
apologizing for the glory of our Nation.
To those who have worked hard,
lived within their means,
watch their own children serve our country;
you ask them to share their hard-earned living,
with those,
who hate our country,
have no work ethic,
nor honor toward others.
Your policies are destroying the fabric of our country.  
My fellow citizens,
who I have served,
with honor for my country,
do not let this continue and happen to
our country.
Step up,
at the voting booth,
this coming November in 2012.
“Let us take back our country,
from those who do not love her.”
     

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So, let me see if I understand this,
“When our memory goes, who we are, then goes?
There is something deeply heart-breaking about that.
 
How do we measure our progress as humans,
when our previous memories are no longer?
Are we truly blessed with an Eternal mind of Spirit,
where our memories are never lost?
 
How will our God judge us,
if there is no recall of our sins,
or our glories in His name?
 
Is this when trusting God is so important?
Trusting that He will return to us,
our precious memories of the gifts of this life?
 
I can only hope so.
For without my memories of you,
would this life seemed without purpose.

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Arlington

Courtesy of Arlington

Someone asked me once
what I wanted to be
when I finally grew up.
 
I said to them, “Let me be a poet
with words that are never forgotten
in my journey of life.
 
Let my journey be one of joy
discovered in sorrow
to all of those who read my words.
 
When death finally enters my door
a special note upon my stone
I request be placed in memory of me
upon an earth that I visited
for a short time.
 
Let the words in simple chiseled letters
read thusly, ‘He was not a simple man
for God did not make him so.
He only wanted to be simply known
as a poet.
 
 
 
 
 

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Why did it take this long
to discover how much I love you?
All those days and nights are gone now.
I could have shared that time with you more deeply than I did.
Kisses rendered with soul, instead of obligation.
Why did not share my fears with you?
Had I gotten to the place, that fear of being a fool,
was more important, than sharing my soul with you?
I say to you, my friend, remember this,
“If love sits next to you each day,
render to that love,
praise and appreciation each day.”
In so doing,
your days will not be filled with regrets,
as my days are now filled,
with spent sorrow.

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Lord, Bless this day.
Bless me.
Weaken my enemies.
May I be pleasing to You,
in rendering Your Word to others.

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I have found the perfect love in Jesus.
He redeemed me with His love,
when I believed none was there.
As I left the earthbound,
material things of this world, I was lifted up to the heavens.
Before me lay the gates of joy,
covered with the tears of my redemption.
Awaiting my entrance were all the people
that I have ever loved and deeply grieved
their passage from the earth.
Open arms did I find;
hugs of love, was I given.
Upon entering those gates of joy,
beyond sight and time,
I  saw a garden laid before me.
In the garden were the trials and tribulations
of my life on earth.
They were but one small pea
compared to a field of His love.
I have found the perfect love in Jesus.
He redeemed me with His love,
when I believed none was there.
Now, I have been found. 

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