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Posts Tagged ‘Winning Poet of the Collin County Texas Poetry Contest’

The question that comes to our minds

is one that asks of the why of our existence.

Many would lead us to believe in only their way to understand.

Each of us are as individual as each star that burns in the heavens.

Each made in His image to sing as a choir of His Love and Praises.

 

The paths to finding ourselves in knowing His Love are many.

Do not be discouraged by the selfish ends of many

or those who make fun and light of your way of praising the Lord.

The Lord’s knowledge of His Love did not end with the Bible

or any other works that come before you.

Continue on your path of discovery

without discouragement.

 

Continue to write your poems of your love of the Lord.

Continue to sing the songs of your love that are created by His inspiration.

For His Love is everlasting and never-ending in its song and words.

Remember you are never alone in sharing your praises of Love with Him.

 

He will be there long after all those who attempted to hurt you

and discourage you

are long gone from this earth

as well as the heavenly place

He has waiting for you.  

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To all it seemed all was well with the Pastor.

Within his heart he knew the mask he worn was false

for his heart was false in his represented Love of Jesus.

He had known this for a very long time.

His Father was a preacher and he carried the burden 

of a preacher’s son.

He knew deep within his own soul

he was not worthy of walking in the sandals of Jesus.

He knew of many he had hurt with the evil that lurked

in his own heart.

Yet he always felt too important to admit his wrongs.

He noticed it this morning upon awakening. 

His hands were trembling.

As the day passed on

the trembling became worse.

He now knew that his trembling hands

would never again

be able to hold

upon his death

the keys to heaven.

 

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It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle. 
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God’s gifts to us are never ending.
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
 
 
 

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The piano played a familiar melody in my memory.

Images of summer came to mind.

We were in love.

Warmed by our dreams,

and the oneness that was us.

 

Wherever each of us were,

we were never apart.

Our bonded souls filled all spaces between us.

The melody of that summer will always be.

For you see,

a first love,

never dies.

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My Lord, my God, I come before you,
your humble servant,
overcome by the love Thou has shown me,
as one of your creations.
One made in the image of your
encompassing and eternal love.
I ask, as your servant,
for the wisdom to know Your will
so that you may find pleasure in me.
May I bring pride and further joy
to you in your creation.
When the darkness of days were before me,
you were my Light, when no hope was seen.
You were my Friend, when all turned away from me.
In the depth of my deepest sorrow and loss,
You helped me rediscover the joy of Your
eternal love for me.
I surely would dammed
throughout eternity without the Light
of Your love before me.
I pray each day to do only Your will as my God.
Let me not be overcome by my foolish pride,
nor ever feel that the blessings,
You fill each day of my life,
are from my efforts.
The greatest gift that You chose to give to your creations,
you gave to me, which is the choice of free will,
to love or not love You,
every day of this physical life.
Give me courage,
and keep me mindful
of Your love each day.
Protect me from the evil of the world,
that awaits me in the possible fall,
from Your Grace.
In my awakening each day,
as I greet the miracle that is around me,
never let me forget the joy,
that overcomes me when finding,
and being in Your love for me.
And, if it be Thy will,
let my soul
stay in your love,
abiding in your eternity,
that awaits me.
 

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Chains of sorrow upon my neck,
reaching for the ones I knew,
unable to touch.
A slight breath of air,
words spoken, but not heard.
My world is full of “If I could’s,”
no clock to turn back on my regrets.
I offer only a prayer to my unseen God
to let this end.
I say to you,
there is no time left
but the time of this moment.
Time to forgive,
time to say, “I love you.”
Time to give of yourself,
for all that you could have done,
with this precious thing called Life.
In so doing, perhaps you not also be,
on this ghostly path,
that may never end for me.

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Fear not in returning to the den of thy enemies,
the Lord is thy shield against all thy enemies.
The Lord has declared the destruction
of all those,
who curse you,
slander you,
plot against you,
and attempt to destroy you.
Return to the den of thy justice,
and tribulation in hand.
Watch,
as justice is carried out,
as the heads of thy evil enemies,
roll beneath your feet. 

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courtesy of life.com

The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

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Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

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"There is a Place in My Heart for You"

There is a message in my heart for you.  It is written by my Lord, Jesus Christ.  He compels me to render this message to you.

You are My creation from my very own heart.
I Love you beyond all eternity.
I have made a place for you to always be with Me.
Never will you fear again,
or know of sorrow.
You will never be alone again.
You will spent  eternity in the mist of everlasting love.
Take My hand,
step into the darkness with courage.
In so doing,
will the joy of light,
be before you.

 

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Courtesy of kelihasablog.wordpress.com

When such pain goes beyond

metal against metal

pushing and tearing

beyond the tolerances of strength.

 

 

Truly oh what passion

lies within thee

when finding release again

in one who will truly love you again

in the truth of their spirit and heart.

 

Heart be still

mind be of strength

love awaits.

This time to carry you beyond

the eternal doors of joy and happiness.

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