‘Tis truly frigid
A day the heart cannot warm.
Generosity–
Kindling of the mortal soul
Will most surely stoke the fire.
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The littlest things–
A friendly conversation,
An unneeded coat,
Time, money, acknowledgment
Can brighten someones whole day.
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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 ~~
Tiniest cricket
Seeks refuge from the storm
Symphony indoors
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Desert riverbeds
Parched and cracked from summer’s heat
Alive with rain’s breath
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A heart forsaken
Withers and dies from neglect
Make the time to love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Harbor no ill will
Make friends of your enemies
Though unnatural
Forgiveness is essential
To live a spirit filled life
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So easy to say
In the right circumstances
Though hard to commit
Once anger has taken hold
Breathe deeply and let it go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Insanity rules in our narrow world
No one is safe, especially men of color
Justice is clearly for the chosen
Undermining all that we hold sacred
Slaughter at the hands of those charged to protect
Time and again goes unpunished
Ideologues believe us civilized
Constantly calling for calm
Entrusting their fates to this broken system
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do you fear silence?
Does the absence of voice scare you?
Do you hide behind white noise?
Do you seek shelter in the arms of music?
Do you try to drown it out with television?
What are you afraid of?
Is it that perhaps your inner voice might speak,
That the Divine might make its presence known,
That you might see into the darkest recesses of your soul
Or is it that you might come to realize that there is more out there
Than what our mortal senses reveal.
There is nothing to fear dear one;
Embrace the quiet,
Look within for the answers you seek,
Call upon the Divine for guidance,
Wrap yourself in peace and love
And know that in silence
…There is wisdom.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blanket overhead
Gray and low, most menacing
A storm approaches
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Secondhand whispers
Softly, rhythmically droning
Fleeting in countdown
Too busy–we wish them gone
That is until the drone stops
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Why do I love thee, seems a foolish thing to say,
Perhaps it is all the little things you do most every day.
A tender smile, a loving glance that lets me know you care,
The giggle of a schoolgirl, the way you twirl your hair.
Maybe it’s the caring heart revealed when I was ill,
Giving without hesitation though you likely had your fill.
All these things no one would notice in their daily grind,
But I, yes I alone do notice they are etched into my mind.
All of these are things I see and with aging ears do hear,
Though it’s surely something deeper that brings this man to tears.
Something from the deepest recesses making two one whole,
Touching every fiber of being down to my mortal soul.
It’s something that I cannot see or put in simple words,
Futile it would be to even try sounding most absurd.
So why is it that I love thee, still a foolish thing to say,
It’s everything about you that that I never could betray.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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