Though This Shell Withers

Though this shell withers

Returning to whence it came

I shall never die

Time cannot kill the spirit

For the spirit’s always been

It is eternal

Without substance to hinder

Therefore unrestrained

In this I take great comfort

That there is–eternal life


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Vision in White

Light…blinding as weary eyes struggle to see

A vision from lore, dressed in white

Stands before me with outstretched hand

“Walk with me.”, he whispered

I, incapable of uttering a word,

Am I mute,

Am I stunned to silence

I cannot fathom

As unshod feet touch the naked floor

I place trembling hand– in hand

“Be not afraid.”, spoken with a tender smile

“I’m not.”, escapes from parched lips

Peace washes over me as I shuffle

Lead by the kindly stranger

Toward the light nearer and brighter

I was not afraid– to my surprise

Weariness replaced with joy

I longed to reach our unbeknownst destination

Enveloped in the warmth of the light

My Guide in white became clear

Eyes opened wide

Heaven lay boundlessly before me

I was in the hand of God


~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~