Blinded by the sun
Heaven showing it’s glory
To lesser beings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blinded by the sun
Heaven showing it’s glory
To lesser beings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blame, cursed blame eats at the soul
Recusing the heart from feeling…loving
Oblivions incessant darkness shadows every breath
Knocking on every door selling its wretched wares
Even goodness recognized is stymied by the gauntlet
Nothing is permitted passage for fear of pain
No one is let beyond the citadel’s ramparts
Entry can not be bought as the heart’s gate is closed
Strangled by pity and destined for loneliness
Sadness ravages because we cannot let go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
There’s nothing to fear
Death cannot hostage my soul
For it’s immortal
Born and reborn many times
Until reaching perfection
When it is released
Into the Lord’s loving hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve tripped and fallen,
Arose battered, cut and bruised
Yet I’m undeterred.
Life is not always painless
Nor always terribly kind.
Instinct says to run,
To hide from that which injures
Becoming recluse.
I refuse to run or to hide,
Cowering in human fear;
Preferring instead
To face my future head on
Whatever may come.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flowers erupt from ancient granite
Butterflies float effortlessly as if on a cloud
Hummingbirds drink of sweet sweet nectar
Caring not if of hand or nature’s bloom
How odd in this hellish landscape
The thriving and blossoming of such beauty
Living harmonious amongst rattler and scorpion
Such contradictions, these unlikely bedfellows
Each with their own Divine purpose
Who are we to question this perfection
Perhaps this is the model for man to live by
A lesson that has been before us for eternity
But we were too blind or too arrogant to see
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I am not a wise man,
Questions–I have so many,
A seeker am I.
No–this is not a complaint.
My path is profoundly worn,
Worn by ancestors
All belonging to my tribe,
My brother humans.
Neither the first nor the last;
Others will travel this road
Leaving blood and sweat
As markers of their journey…
Of this I am sure.
I take solace in this fact
That I’ve not ventured alone.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The greatest wisdom
Is not found in our speaking
But in our silence
Listen to your inner voice
And you may just learn the truth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Perfection in pain
Part of this life of learning
Unavoidable
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The spark extinguished,
There is no kindling to reignite the flame.
Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds
Until nary a trace can be found.
What proof is there that it ever really existed
That it belonged to this dimension.
Attempts to congeal fail
As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.
Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,
Insignificant and unimportant,
This would be wrongly assumed.
We would not know this place without them,
So intertwined is all matter
That without the most minute speck
Life would be forever altered from this reality.
There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,
From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly
To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,
Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…
Under Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~