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"The Master Speaks of God’s Love" copyright 2008 (Revised) John J. Rigo upcoming poetry book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, Texas' Poetry, The "Master Series of Poetry", upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on December 8, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 

“………..pointing to a star”

 
 
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 changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 

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"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, To our past Friends in Colorado who were never sincere of heart, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 24, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 
 
With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
 
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
 
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
 
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
 
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
 
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
 
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
 
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
 
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
 
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
 
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
 
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
 
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
 
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.
 

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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, Texas' Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on August 23, 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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"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 June 7, 2013|
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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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"The Question," The Master Series, copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

					

					Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, Poetry, The "Master Series of Poetry", tagged , , , , , , ,  on April 14, 2013|
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A beautiful day beckoned.


The sides of the hills were golden


with fields of grain. 


 


The Cypress trees were green


among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.


An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun


and the wondrous words of the Master.


 


The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.


The Master was weary.


Many were the questions of the day.


The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak


the words of wisdom to the crowd. 


 


As the Master prepared to depart


a young man in the crowd shouted a question


in His direction.


  


The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man


to preserve their Lord‘s voice.


They knew He was exhausted from the 


long day of preaching.


 


The young man shouted again,


“Master, what can I do in my life that would be


pleasing to my Lord and God?”


In hearing this question


the crowd stopped movement


in their departure.


 


The crowd turned as one toward


where the Master stood.


Raising up to His full height


the Master looked over the crowd


with the kindest of smiles and He said,


 


“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of


your brothers and sisters.


If you see hunger in those eyes around you


break the bread and share it.


 


If you see sorrow


share your tears with your brethren.


If fear overcomes your neighbors


stand with them


for numbers overcome fear.


 


Above all of these


love your neighbor


as you love your children.


My love protects your brethren


as it protects you.


 


This sharing of your love in my Father’s name


will be pleasing to your Lord and God.


In this sharing of your love without reserve


without reward


without a counting


will you be given


the glories of eternity.”


These words were spoken this day 


by the Master of my life.

					
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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|
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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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