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"It Is Done" (A Easter Poem) copyright 2005 John J. Rigo from poetry book, "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in A Poem regarding the opening of the gates of heaven, An Easter Poem by John J. Rigo, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on April 18, 2014| 1 Comment »


 

1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, titled, “Mother’s Sorrow.”

 
The gate stood high and firm before the light of paradise.
It had been this way for thousands of years.
The only light revealed was the light of God
through its bars.
 
A sound of longing was heard
from the millions of souls before its barrier.
There seemed to be no hope for reunion with God.
 
The day of days,
the hour of redemption
finally came to this place,
beginning with a cry of joy
from these souls.
 
Beyond the gates a cross appeared,
equal to the height and width of the gate.
The joy formed a song of everlasting love
on the lips of these souls.
 
It was a song unlike any sound ever heard before
or since this moment.
The words, “It is done,” were heard above the song.
The gate was no more.
The souls of God’s creation were returned home.  

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"A Conversation about Life and Death" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in A Blessed Easter to All from John J. Rigo Texas' Commentator, One poem of Seven of the "Masters Series of Poems", Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

The Master‘s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 



		
	
					
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