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Courtesy of fineartamerica.com

 
 
 
Dreams
dreams
I step into the world of my dreams.
Dreams of you.
 
Your lips touching mine
my arms around your waist.
I am holding you close.
 
We are breathing as one.
Kissing as one.
Is this real or is it not?
 
Let me not awake
from this place
where there is only
you and me.
 
Just
dreaming
dreaming.

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This is a re-blog from my earlier works.  The question is one that enters all our minds from time to time.  The unknown, a scary place for sure when it comes to where we might be going upon the deaths of our bodies.  Will it be just so much dust in time or truly another heavenly existence for us?

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
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?

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“Standing before the doorway of Death”

As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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Courtesy of withgratitudeandgrace.com

 
It is time to reflect on your life.
So you feel you have done a good job of being in control?
Did you ever believe that God had a plan for your life?
 
Were you too busy, too self-absorbed, too important
to listen to God’s whispers in your ear?
 
In comparing time in its length
which do you think is longer
eternity or the length of your own lifespan?
 
Has the thought ever entered your mind
that your Creator is not pleased with you?
 
Do you think today
would be a great day to change your life?
 
Are you ready today
to Let Go and Let God be in charge?

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Courtesy of my.opera.com “Everything was perfect in my universe.”

It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
 
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
 
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.  
My hand reached across my left toward you.
 
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
 
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
 
I then realized in this world
as long as you  were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.

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Another poem from the “Master’s Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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…

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This is one of seven poems of the “Master Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
 
 
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…

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Courtesy of theo2011.blogspot.com

 
 
The meal was simple
one of bread, fruits, and vegetables from the field.
The conversation was good-natured
and spirited among the men.
 
He sat among them quietly
with a smile of love upon His gentle face.
These men had been with Him for many months.
They were closer than His brothers of birth.
 
He called to the server for a bowl of water
and a simple cloth to wash His hands.
They stopped speaking and turned to Him.
They knew the time to listen had come.
 
With courage the one closest to Him asked,
“Master, how am I to know the face of evil?”
“The Serpent takes many forms,” said the Master.
 
He placed His hands together
each fingertip touching the other
forming a circle.
 
“Within this circle appears air
and nothing to fear
but I say unto you
the Serpent can take any shape or form
seeminly without consequences of punishment or terror,”
said the Master.
 
“At the beginning of eternity
when my Father make your souls
an awareness of knowing evil.
He rendered to your souls an eternal power against evil.
 
When my inner voice speaks to you
know then
my brothers
evil is next to you.”
 
The Masters’ eyes lifted upward
and cautioned,
“Only by crying out your God’s name
will you be protected from Evil.”
 
Then He lowered His head sadly lamenting,
“To ignore this warning will place you in the hold
of the serpent
and you may become forever lost.
 
So I say to you
your heavenly Master and Father
I love you beyond the value or joys of this world.
 
Keep your faith
and ye shall be with us
in love and light in eternity.”
so He spoke to me,
the Master of my life. 
 

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It has been a great long weekend starting this past Thursday thru yesterday evening. It was full of hugs from many of my wife’s girlfriends. All of which are wonderful, loving, human beings.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
 
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.  
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
 
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
 
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
 
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
 
 

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Obituary For: Arby Walker | Stringer & Griffin Funeral Home.  It was my honor to know Arby in the early eighties for a period of several years.  She was one of the most beautiful humans I ever knew both outside and inside.  I have no doubt she is in a beautiful place in Heaven.

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