The Christmas light slowly dims
As joy’s illusions fade
Back to a world cold and grim
A fond goodnight it bade
Try as I might to keep the spirit
Darkness bolts the door
Come Holy Night each year I fear it
My psyches ghostly whore
This sadness black torments my soul
On every Christmas eve
I beg for mercy God fill this hole
So my heart no longer grieves
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Snuff the flame,
Choking,
Gasping for air,
To see the end near.
A waft of smoke
Signaling the end.
It cries not for its demise,
Instead standing tall
Amongst molten diversity,
All for the chance to be reborn.
With the next strike
Of the match.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heavenly sun wanes,
Applauded by dusk’s silence…
Ovation of gods!
Cherished by the lowliest,
Taken for granted by man.
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Without any thought,
We reap her fruitful bounty
With veracity.
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An ungrateful child
Would offer her greater thanks…
Yet we laud her not.
Perhaps it’s human nature
Or maybe we’re simply fools.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silence of winter
Snow falling softly to earth
Reminder of peace
In a world full of torment
In this we must take solace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mankind’s Christ child
Born to save us from ourselves
Will we never learn
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heavenly Father
God to the three religions
Why are we fighting
Men look for reasons to hate
In Allah, Yahweh, God’s name
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Waters grow cold
As the summer sun sets.
A new season,
With holidays to warm the heart
Blossom amongst winters frost.
We give thanks
With family and friends gathered
Round our cosy tables.
An American tradition,
Too oft’ overshadowed by Christ’s Day
And corporations lust for profits.
We have bastardized all that is good
For Black Friday and our lust for deals.
Step back…is this what is important,
Are bargains and materialism
What Thanksgiving and Christmas are all about?
Look to the past,
Families enjoying the simple things
Like companionship and familial love.
This is what these holidays are about
These are what we are about.
It is not about gifts,
It is not about things,
It is about friends,
Family,
Thanks,
It is about our love for Christ and our fellow man.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
NOTE: I realize that Thanksgiving Day and Black Friday are over, but I still think this piece applies to the entire holiday season.
The end is no end.
Throughout life we sense the past,
A time before our time,
We call it deja vu.
We’ve been here,
We’ve met before,
But we cannot place when or where.
Is this just a sense
Or a glimpse into a time before our time.
Could we not be going round-and-round,
Traveling time until we get it right,
Coming back and back
Until we perfect our journey?
Perhaps God requires us to earn our right
To join him in Heaven,
Learning over the centuries and lifetimes
The things only time can teach.
We are flawed creatures,
Attracted to sin,
Given to the allure of its pleasures.
Like children, we must learn our lessons
Under the tutelage of God,
Before we can be admitted into His
Kingdom of Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You non-believers
What will it take for you to
Realize the truth
There are things beyond this world
That none of us can explain
Demons, shadow men
Ghosts lost in between the worlds
This is nothing new
Look back to antiquity
They existed before Christ
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Alone…
All of the friendships in the world do not change that.
Born alone,
Die alone,
No one else can do either for us,
This is as it’s always been.
Looking to God,
Looking to our family,
We look to others for comfort,
But there is nothing,
Only the comfort we find within.
We fool ourselves thinking otherwise.
Why do we look for solace in acquaintances,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers;
They cannot travel our journey.
In passing they cannot hold our hands.
This does not mean they do not love us,
Only that they can do nothing,
But wish us well and pray that our journey
Is something greater than a trip to oblivion.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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