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A Commentary by John J. Rigo in the Blessings of a full life. Copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

A Commentary by John J. Rigo in the Blessings of a full life. Copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

My wife is a meticulous housekeeper.  It is a huge challenge at present.  We are blessed in now having three homes and one commercial property to keep up while we are in the process of “down sizing,” and planning for what we hope will be our long-term retirement.

I shot this picture early this morning with my Samsung Smartphone.  It is a picture of the fireplace in our lake home in Gun Barrel City, Texas. I felt a sense of beauty with the lone web extending to the tip of the candle holder.  Even my wife got humor when I pointed it out and did not say, “Oh My God, I need to clean this place.”  We both were thankful for our full and busy life with our “projects” and I especially, with my “Honey-Do List.”  Blessings this day to my WordPress family in their celebration of this coming Thanksgiving holiday.

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In the five years I have been with the WordPress family I do not recall over four or five negative comments sent to me. The WordPress family is a constant “Feel Good” experience on the internet. WordPress is the reason I feel a daily joy in sharing my published poetry work as well as my commentary postings.
John J. Rigo
Texas‘ Poet and Commentator

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Once upon a time a long, a long time ago (before Black Friday) Thanksgiving was a celebration of harvest and a time to give thanks. Hence the name thanksgiving.

I don’t think the early pilgrims had a Super Walmart, a Sears or a Best Buy yet somehow they managed. Can you imagine having to grow your own food and prepare it without the help of google? When did they have time? Where did they get their Stove Top stuffing and who plucked the turkeys? How did those crazy pilgrims do it?

I didn’t really know any of those pilgrims but I did see a John Wayne movie once. John knew a pilgrim when he saw one. He seemed to know a lot of pilgrims but that was a long time ago too.John Wayne

I propose we are all pilgrims, each one of us on a journey of sorts. Our own…

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"We need each other on a human level of communication." comment by John J. Rigo, Texas' Commentator

“We need each other on a human level of communication.” comment by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator

My mind still does not accept they are gone from this world.
I find myself many a time reaching for a phone
to call them.
 
It is a select group
these souls that were a part of my life.
Some are friends
that cannot ever be replaced
in the deep meaning of their unselfish love of me.
 
Others were my parents
who I never really knew as people.
There was the apple of my eye,
my step-daughter of many years.
Truly the only daughter
I ever knew in my life.
 
There were others
that I would have liked to have known better
they are now gone
without any notice from my life.
 
At times I find them in my thoughts
mind speaking with them about different things
reaching and seeking unresponsive council  from now
an unfamilar place in my heart.
 
I know they are not really gone
they are just in a different place than me
a place that beckons me as my own death comes closer each day.
 
You see I never have gotten comfortable with Death.
So my dear friends
my dearest of loved ones
make a place for me.
 
A place where again
we can laugh and love
and talk about
all that is around us
each day of the eternity before us.
 

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As of November 23rd, 2013, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 43,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

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A Commentary by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

A Commentary by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

The following message was sent early this morning to the head of a well known national Resistance Movement in the United States.  In sharing this short e-mail with you the reader, it is my hope and prayer that the young people of this country will be able to take up the banner of freedom that so many have fought and died for over almost two centuries.  That time has passed for me, a 71 year old man with an aging body, who clings to the few last years he may have: 

“What I am grappling with this morning is knowing by entering this arena I will be giving up the lives of both my wife and I.  I fear with a sense of shame and forebearing, I lack the courage to do that.  It seems to me that evil has truly won in taking our country of freedoms from every last one of us.  I truly fear we are now lost without any hope of saving our country.”

John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet and Commentator  

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"Tears blocking my path"

“Tears blocking the sun of day”

I have walked through the waters of sorrow.
Tears blocking the sun of day
as I stumbled each step of the way.
 
My voice softened to a whisper of sound
in calling my Lord.
I am weary from pushing these feet
wanting to rest but cannot.
Was the answer I seek finally before me?
 
It was only when I finally gave up on me
and turned to thee
that the answer awaited me.
 
Only through sorrow and pain
can we know what Jesus gave us through His death.
Death of the mind
death of desire
death of worldly want.
 
Only then can we surrender to His will
and give up our own do we find Him
in the midst of eternal love.
A garment of light to carry us forward
so that we never will shed a tear again.  

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manwaiting

It was a movie I was watching.
The man was coming home.
He set his bags to side of the door
picked up a bicycle laying on the ground
before entering his home.
 
Though the door his family greeted him.
His wife running up to him
throwing her arms around his neck.
Next to her were his two children
a boy and girl about ages 6 and 7.
 
The scene brought a choking cry
in my throat in a deep realization.
My life was without children of my own.
 
I could not control the flowing tears
that slide down my cheeks silently
while my wife was involved in her computer.
 
So my dear reader
if your life is the man entering this door
be ever so thankful for the blessings
that are in your life.
This is one who would trade
places with you in a second.
 
 
 

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copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

This was a beautiful morning of November 14th, 2013 at Northwood Shores in Gun Barrel City, Texas on Cedar Creek lake.  The timeframe for this picture taken with my Smartphone is 9:15 a.m.  The clouds reminded me of cotton fields….perhaps in heaven, that I wished to share with all of you this morning.  Blessings to each and every one of you this blessed morning.

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Courtesy of Google Search Images.

Courtesy of Google Search Images.

The realization brought a choking to my throat.

My eyes swelled in tears.

The realization came to me fully

that I will never be loved like that again.

The youthful memory of having a woman look at me like that again.

The reflection of a hero in her eyes.

Reflected also in the shining armor of a knight.

Ah sweet memories

if only the taste of those kisses

could return again,

would I know again

the joy of love.

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John J. Rigo’s name on the Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

John J. Rigo’s name on Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

As a senior, I know there is not unlimited time in my life to be in this world.  I believe we all want to leave some part of us in the world.  Something beside a tomb stone in a forgotten grave yard some place.  Perhaps the kind of grave yard where the tomb stone lays flat on the ground.  A place where machines run across huge expanses of tomb stones while mowing.

I am proud to say, there is a place marked for me.  It is a memorial of beauty in an East Texas town of Mabank, Texas.  The memorial is a salute to perhaps, some of the happinest days of my life.  It was my four years of active duty in the Air Force.  Knowing that this place exists where my name is among those who have served our country with honor, brings me a truly wonderful peace. 

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