O’ The Beauty, the Warmth of the Sun,

O’ the beauty, the warmth of the sun,

The bluest of blue skies, whitest of clouds floating on hidden breezes.

What worries do I have when surrounded by the Divine’s Creations?

Temporal pains hold no sway in the face of Heaven’s glorious perfection.

I gripe over aches, aging, suffering and death

Spending my life in pity over the trivial.

But why?

Is not peace and joy spread out before me,

Have I not been granted five senses for their pleasure?

What has been given proves to be insufficient,

An incessant want pervades my very being.

This ego drives me to horde ever more of the materialistic…

I am weak!

Lying back in the tall green grass I marvel at Heaven,

Watching birds of all variety crisscross its expanse.

Wondering…Perhaps they know the answer,

Living simply and in the moment,

Requiring nothing, but food and shelter.

Wasn’t this what was endowed to us by the Creator, In The Beginning

Until the day our egos drove us to sin.

Maybe it is time I step back,

Taking time to look for that little spark that burns within

…That is God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Temper Your Rage

Temper your rage toward others dear one

It blinds you and fogs the mirror.

Incapable of seeing yourself in others, hate festers,

Turning gangrenous, unable to heal.

What angers you is that which you cannot admit;

You are Siamese–connected by a tiny spark,

The spark of the soul, beyond our human frailties.

Anger, hate, race, creed, color melt away

When viewed in the brightness of Divine light.

Unconditional love takes up residence

Welcoming the essence of all into her warmth.

With this, differences can no longer survive…

And for once we can live in total peace.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Suffocated (Acrostic)

Slowly–we are drowning

Under the weight of our own pomposity

Foolishly choking our humanity with laws

Failing to realize our divinity

Overcompensating

Could we not, would we not, if…

Allowed to live as we were designed

Think for ourselves

Ending domination by the oligarchy

Determining our own intention

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Soul While on Earth

The soul while on earth struggles in the stairwell,

Longing to climb to heavenly heights.

This pursuit, no matter how noble and well intentioned

Does not come without warning.

Do not squander this life, nor disjoint from the Creator,

Whomever you hold that deity to be.

For surely you will suffer in the fires of hell

Which the devil’s bellow hath stoked.

Instead follow the avenue both straight and narrow,

For you are the seed planted in the furrow,

Not by accident, but by design to flourish.

Though I know you salivate to touch eternity,

All consumed by the promise of this lyrical dream,

You are here to make a difference,

To create, to fulfill the promise

…of your divine birth.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #4 Writing Prompt