Calendar threshold
I crossed once again
Am I different
I feel as I did before
The same reflection
It is just a line
Drawn of thin air not of sand
A measure of man
That we’re told we must live by
I think that I shall rebel
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living amongst stars
Pulled by the sun and the moon
Child of Heaven
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Far and wide, far beyond horizons I’ve looked,
Looked…looked until I glared at nothingness.
Staring straight into the gruesomeness of its face
It manages nothing but a hideous, jagged smile,
A chuckle from deep within its bowels born of hell.
I…what could I, a miserable wretch possibly do?
I am afraid, frightened of what I cannot see.
This monster is not deterred, I can feel its presence
Looming large over me, clawing at my sanity.
I can feel its steaming breath, hot at my throat;
Pulse racing, heart pounding, I tremble losing control.
Grasping the Book I raise it skyward
Screaming, crying, falling to my blackened knees.
Prostrate and bruised for a response, I wait
Yet there is none, no answer, nothing but silence.
Silence and nothingness are all that greet my tears.
I despise this hollow, sorrowful, lonely quest
Plagued with questions thicker than a locust’s swarm.
Nary an answer have I been offered all these years.
Appeasement through words written in an aged text,
My only comfort, based on a promise given in antiquity
I suppose this…this solemn promise alone,
Is the gift offered through
…Faith.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hark the Herold Angels Sing,
Though now it falls on deaf ears.
Ushering in the Heavenly King,
Whose death no longer brings tears.
Lessons he taught in Gospels treasured,
Of peace and goodwill toward men.
Is doled out in statement of profits measured,
Beating records for sales once again.
Magi of old Bethlehem Star they followed,
With precious gifts to give to their Lord.
Today Christmas’ meaning has truly been hollowed,
With Black Friday and doorbusters for the hoards.
The birth of God’s Son in manger mild,
Welcoming the promise of old.
We’ve forgotten the gift of Heaven’s Child,
Preferring what’s bought and what’s sold.
Maybe it’s time to bring Christ back to Christmas,
Just where he always meant to live.
Before it’s too late and it’s meaning has passed,
Instead of receiving it’s best that we give.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s no place like home
Family huddled around
Sharing Christmas cheer
Unless home is on the street
And your cheer is someones trash
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A little reminder to be generous to those in need at this time and all times of the year, if for no other reason than it is the right thing to do.
I am–Nothing and everything
I am–Saint and sinner
I am–Man and Divine
I am–Living and dying
I am–Strong and fragile
I am–Love and hate
I am–Good and evil
I am–All of these things
For one cannot exist without the other.
Would you know the laudable in me
Without staring my indiscretions in the face?
Look within me to find the mirror of yourself,
All that I am is you, perfect and imperfect.
There is much for which I am not proud,
But I take comfort that I am who I am.
Just as it is fruitless for you to deny
That you are who you are.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rocky crags–purple
Reaching for sky, razor-sharp
Just to touch heaven
Reunion with the Creator
Perfection being thankful
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Does shedding of tears
Show a man’s human weakness
How sad the question
Emotional detachment
Dictated by our culture
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
‘Tis truly frigid
A day the heart cannot warm.
Generosity–
Kindling of the mortal soul
Will most surely stoke the fire.
≉
The littlest things–
A friendly conversation,
An unneeded coat,
Time, money, acknowledgment
Can brighten someones whole day.
≉
Do not judge their worth
For none and all are worthy;
Kindness is the key.
Give much and expect nothing
This–the true meaning of love.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 