In times of trial
One finds what they are made of
Human fortitude
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In times of trial
One finds what they are made of
Human fortitude
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ how man grasps for a Higher Power
Looking for answers to someone unseen
Praying for knowledge before the final hour
Asking recognition for all that we’ve been
Nay–seldom does the Divine ever respond
Rather resting squarely on the faith of man
Free-will determining what we will become
No one there to take us by the hand
Responsible are we for making our way
Following the path that we choose
Easy it is, surely no one will say
This life is ours to live or to lose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life! What do you want
Beating me up ‘til I cry
Then knocking me down
Expecting me to thank you
How about if I refuse!
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Something so simple
We make so complicated
Love, a smile, their dimples
Can we never be placated
We make things so hard
When we should be accepting
Love is written in the stars
But too late we’re left reflecting
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~