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"What Can I Do This Day?" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns" with Commentary on Dealing with Depression at Christmas
Posted in Giving Ourselves to Others This Christmas by John J. Rigo, Helping Others to Overcome Depression in 2015, tagged Christmas, Christmas and holiday season, Christmas Holidays Depression, Depression, Gift, Helping Others Overcome Depression, Holiday, Jesus, Opinions, Religion and Spirituality, Texas on January 7, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Reach OutGive some part of yourself to make their day a day filled with less pain. Love goes beyond just words in our daily life. We need to give beyond ourselves.
Reach OutGive a part of yourself. You will only become more human in your caring and giving.
Reach OutYou too have felt the pain of loneliness and deep blackness. Love came to you in blessings you never thought would be. They came to you.
Reach OutRemember to share your fortune. We are one that is the soul of all of us.
"I Remember Fondly Christmas’ Past" copyright 2005 by John J. Rigo, selection from "Rainbows Amidst Thorns"
Posted in A Pre-Christmas Story and Poem, A Remembrance of Christmas by John J. Rigo, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged A Blessed 2014 Christmas to My WordPress Followers, Calendar, Child Jesus, Christianity, Christmas, Holidays, Jesus, John J. Rigo international poet, Published Poet of two non-profit poetry books, Religion and Spirituality, Showcased in the "Who's Who of international poets, Texas, Winner of Collin County Poetry Award on December 24, 2014| 1 Comment »
(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2014, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker. After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath. Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out. In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week. He worked very hard for that money.
*****************************************I remember fondly Christmas’ past our first tree alive with lights before it caught fire later that week. I remember fondly the Christmas with toys. Never before had my brother and I received toys. How angry my Father became when we broke several toys after a few hours of play. It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus as a steel worker. He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas. He thought those toys would never break. I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid when no money was available whatsoever for toys. We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a department store window. One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle. My young brother and I played with it for days. A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had. I remember fondly Christmas past, acting in the church Christmas pageant. I was a little child with the beard of a prophet shaking in a spotlight in the church play. It snowed that night. My best friend and I asked permission to keep wearing the beards. A most beautiful snow floated through the air as we walked home together. The dirty streets of the city were made clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes. We sang church carols walking home our arms around each other’s shoulder. How close to baby Jesus we were back then. I remember fondly Christmas’ past when life seemed so much simpler. Joys more easily shared with laughter much deeper than now. Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past even to this special day of a new Christmas. Another December which will also will soon be gone into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past.
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, 2014 Christmas Poetry by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo, A Christmas Poem by John J. Rigo, Winner of Collin County Texas Poetry Award, tagged A Blessed 2014 Christmas to My WordPress Followers, Arts, Child Jesus, Christmas, Christmas Poems, Christmas Posting by John J. Rigo Texas' Poet, Commentary (magazine), God, Jesus, Lord, Poetry, Shepherd, Texas, Wind, WordPress on December 21, 2014| 1 Comment »
Posted in A Series of Christmas poems by a Texas' Poet John J. Rigo, Poetry, The Actual Date of the Birth of Jesus?, tagged A Blessed 2014 Christmas to My WordPress Followers, A Yearly Christmas Poem by John J. Rigo Texas' Commentator and Poet, Baby Jesus, Bible, Child Jesus, Christmas, Jesus, Lord, New Testament, Religion and Spirituality on December 21, 2014| Leave a Comment »
“As Death Comes Closer to My Door” A Christmas Thought, copyright 2005 John J. Rigo, poem from “Rainbows Amidst Storms” Revised
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Christmas Thought by John J. Rigo, A Posted Christmas Poem in 2014 by award winning Texas' Poet, tagged A Christmas Poem revealing eternity, A Henderson County Christmas in Texas, Beauty, Christianity, Christmas, Christmas 2014 at Cedar Creek Lake, Jesus, Lord, Religion and Spirituality, Texas, WordPress on December 15, 2014| 1 Comment »
my eyes, though weak, seem to become clearer
about what I see about me.
Something about the look of God’s creations
that I did not notice before now
In seeing this creation
a wonderment stops my breath.
Is it the sound of wind singing
that I had not noticed before now?
Is it the vastness of the night skies filled with a beauty
beyond words that I cannot describe?
I find myself noticing beauty in people
a beauty that before
I did not see.
I see beauty in the old, the sick
the visions that I used to turn away from seeing
but no longer do.
I feel the pain and joy of other people
I used to not feel such things.
The laughter of a child
ringing like a heavenly bell,
pealing in a meadow
sounds in my ears.
Is this God’s way of saying
“Look at what you have missed earlier in your life?”
I am not sure
but I do know
now I have become more thankful.
More thankful each day
for the gifts God has given to me.
I seem to be getting closer to heaven each day.
I now know, what I see, hear and Feel
are all but a small part of what will be in God’s world.
I can only hope
that in this twilight of my life
I might become worthy
in the areas that I have been unworthy.
May I be worthy of the love and blessings
He has given me in this life.
Thank you God
for this day.