Tag Archives: Belief

You Non-believers

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 ~~

Carrying the Instrument

Carrying the instrument of your own death

Jeering crowds spitting and taunting as you go

Forgive them Father for they know not what they do

Cried with sincerity for these misguided souls

Even in this ultimate humiliation

Your faith never faltered

And by that we have been saved

…How could you not love Him

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

To Believe or Not

To believe or not

Is a question of one’s faith

As it’s always been.

We can never know for sure

Until we leave this body,

Whether their is more

Or if this is all there is.

So…what will it be?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Do You Believe In Coincidence

Do you believe in coincidence,

Perhaps in luck

Or do you believe in something from above?

A guardian angel watching unseen,

Keeping an eye on where you go

Leading you on from where you’ve been.

Is this so impossible

In a “Wonderful Life” kind of way?

There are things we don’t know

Since the beginning of time until today.

As strange as it may seem I believe they are real,

This doesn’t need confirmed with the five senses

I can’t explain it, it’s something I feel.

Maybe this is what eternity has defined as trust,

I really don’t know, I can’t be sure.

All I know is that I have to, surely I must,

No other explanation could be the cure.

There are things not of this world that we sense every day,

Defying the best of logic and human science.

Nothing more needs said, nothing more I can say,

In the divine we must put our faith and reliance.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Lifetime Spent Forging Ahead

A lifetime spent forging ahead,

Ever closer to the raging river.

Tumultuous and wrought with fear

I approach the fjord fraught with peril.

I squint to spy a shore

The bank far too distant to see.

What awaits–Oh that is the question

Asked before, asked again eternally.

Its in the book of Testament Old and New,

Torah, Pistis Sophia, Koran among the few.

Through the ages told to look, to believe

And yes! Ye shall find what ye need,

But it is not so clear, nor has it ever been,

I can’t know what awaits on that far off shore.

Trusting there is more than what I’ve seen,

Like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night

I must trust, I must believe through faith I will live,

For without what is left, but a story with a tragic end.

This cannot, must not be, never created nor destroyed,

I have been forever and will be forever more.

Mortal science has proven the mystics of yore,

There must be life,yes–I must live when I cross the river

As spirit abandons the bodies mortal core.

With each step I take, another step closer,

Sooner than later I will know, I will see what awaits;

Try as we may we cannot escape our human fate.

A fate long sealed by Adam’s rib named Eve

What else can we do, but trust and believe

That all is not lost, that living is not futile,

Lest we spend our days in tears as we grieve.

I refuse!  I will not grieve nor give in to hopelessness,

This by the grace of God I confess

To waste not one breathing moment in sadness

Instead to walk in the ways of gladness

‘Til my time on earth is through.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Oneness

With eyes shut tight

Shuttering out distractions

While bathing in silence

Breathing becomes the world

Something so basic

So instinctual

Unavoidable

A simple complex action

To truly hear it

To feel it

All else seems to float away

The natural world becomes white-noise

Replaced by the spiritual

Who is to say which is reality

Is not the world what we believe it to be

Our souls as integral as the air

As life sustaining as water

My thoughts float as if dreams

Drifting into consciousness then out

As quietly and softly as they appeared

Until there is nothing

Nothing but the sound of me

Blood coursing through my veins

The beat of my heart

Each breath in rhythm

Energy melding with the natural

I am one with the world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Specks Of Dust

Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers

Float in and out of lemon colored rays.

Where did they come from and where are they going?

What were they before they were this,

The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,

Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert

Or from the gardens in my backyard.

They seem eager to get where they are going,

Stopping for nothing or no one,

Determined in their own mindless way,

Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.

Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?

Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,

Then just as quickly they are gone,

Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,

Watching us as we go about our lives.

Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,

But something more, something alive or animated.

Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,

One which we could only hope to aspire too,

Perfection in miniature,

Just maybe.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Thirst Consumes

A thirst consumes me

One which water cannot quench

Is there a Heaven

Is there a hell, I don’t know

God knows…if he exists

This question of faith

To believe or disbelieve

I struggle alone

For no one can know my mind

Or the spirit within me

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~