The blink of an eye
Ones life in the scheme of things
Its here and then gone
Wasted due to our own fears
Until we end in regret
This should never be
We were all born to create
Everything we dream
The only shame–not living
Just because we are afraid
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Does she dream–she dreams no more,
Though mother grieves, her spirits flown.
Tears are shed in torrents, stain upon the floor,
In her heart of hearts she has most surely known.
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Knowledge diminishes not a mother’s sorrow,
Science cold, offers no sympathetic relief.
Knowing there will be no more tomorrows,
Does little to quench her wrenching grief.
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Its time she needs to weep and mourn,
A daughter lost to procedure routine.
To unite and mend a family torn,
By results unexpected, gross and obscene.
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Her passing a reminder of the commonplace, still serious,
And the pain no less painful turns a family delirious.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Brothers and sisters
Born of flesh, bone and spirit
Are we not the same
Like those that came before us
We will return to the earth
Leaving our struggle
For what comes after this dance
To those that follow
…The never ending cycle
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Were I cast out to sea, adrift…in a small boat,
Floating…gliding up and down over diamond-head swells;
Bathing under a star soaked sky,
Will I be seen by God?
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Were I crawling, dirty…clothes worn ragged,
Parched…flesh burning, blistered and bleeding;
Boiled under a hellish sun,
Will I be saved by God?
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Were I bedridden, covered in sores…begging for death,
Terminal…no hope, living in utter despair;
A slave to this mortal body,
Will I be spared by God?
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Were I to pass…peacefully or in torment,
Eyes closed…draped in white as I was at birth;
No more a victim to my earthly form,
Will I be welcomed by God?
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For all the wrongs I’ve done, all the sins I have notched,
The list is long, written in stone, my autobiography;
My claim on humanity not unlike others,
Will I be forgiven by God?
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Will I be seen…
Will I be saved…
Will I be spared…
Will I be welcomed…
Will I be forgiven…
By God?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Chill…Rustle of trees
Winter is fast approaching
Usher in the dead season
Like the cycle of our lives
One dies another is born
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
My spirits journey
Visited ad nauseum
Questions no answers
Unresolved for a lifetime
A mystery ‘til the end
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fraught with danger this daily walk,
As hand-in-hand we battle the foe.
Through foolish acts and foolish talk,
Into the darkness hence we go.
Faith–What faith we question still,
As answers yield no answers forth.
On hands and knees we climb the hill;
The devil tempts our mortal worth.
O’ the struggle, eternal test,
We try yet fail more oft’ than not.
Attempt as we may to do our best
It ends in sin and soul filled rot.
Yet for all our faults and feelings of loss
We’re assured of life through death on the cross.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A cold kiss lay frozen on crimson lips
His tears could not thaw her icy chill
Thy soul to sea as fare so many ships
Whose lose pain could never fill
O’ slab, coarse for so delicate a flower
How I wish that I could soften thee
Yet I have it not in my mortal power
Into the hands of God must it be
Fairest maiden how I long to offer thou comfort
Though separated many worlds apart
Couldst I have quenched thy terminable hurt
Nay–sorrow be still my beating heart
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O’ my dearest Juliet, I am dead to this world without thee
With this bitter nectar reunited soon we shall be
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As we near our end
Do we find any comfort
Letting life go dark
Heaven awaits its next Saint
May you pass in peaceful sleep
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~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
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