Thirst stinging my throat;
Dust and grime choke me of air.
Breathing is labored.
Thirsting for an oasis
I will drink sand to survive.
Could this be blind faith,
Utopia found in sand;
Trusting you’ll be quenched?
Isn’t this what religions
Teach is the only path to God?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Imagination is…
Inspiration for the painter’s brush,
Muse for the writer’s quill,
Angst for the actor’s role,
Gas for the engine of invention,
Irreverence to the twisted of mind,
Nuance for the singers song,
Ability for those challenged,
Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,
Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,
Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,
Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,
…And so much more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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
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?
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Angels and Demons
Share in this magical place,
This world of man.
What lies between us and them
Is a thin vail disguised as faith.
The faithless believe
There is no God, no Heaven,
There is no Hell, no darkness,
No Lucifer, no Angels,
No war between good and evil,
But they are just fooling themselves.
Call upon them, will them into the light
And they will surely make their presence known.
Look out your window, read the news,
Remember your best and worst dreams,
You will see the unseen at work.
Deny they exist if you must,
But know they live,
Just beyond the reach…
Of your five mortal senses.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
“Believe as you will”, you say,
“I can respect that”, you say with a smile.
In your heart of hearts you are only tolerating,
You know they are wrong,
They don’t believe as you do so they must be wrong.
It matters not that we share this same walk together,
They have the same pains,
They have the same hopes,
They have the same dreams,
They fear,
They mourn loss,
They live and die just as you do,
But yet you self-righteously sit in judgement.
Is that what your God wants,
Is that what my God wants,
I seriously doubt it.
If you wish to be judge and jury,
Look no further than the heathen within
And you will find plenty of crimes to punish.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Far and wide, far beyond horizons I’ve looked,
Looked…looked until I glared at nothingness.
Staring straight into the gruesomeness of its face
It manages nothing but a hideous, jagged smile,
A chuckle from deep within its bowels born of hell.
I…what could I, a miserable wretch possibly do?
I am afraid, frightened of what I cannot see.
This monster is not deterred, I can feel its presence
Looming large over me, clawing at my sanity.
I can feel its steaming breath, hot at my throat;
Pulse racing, heart pounding, I tremble losing control.
Grasping the Book I raise it skyward
Screaming, crying, falling to my blackened knees.
Prostrate and bruised for a response, I wait
Yet there is none, no answer, nothing but silence.
Silence and nothingness are all that greet my tears.
I despise this hollow, sorrowful, lonely quest
Plagued with questions thicker than a locust’s swarm.
Nary an answer have I been offered all these years.
Appeasement through words written in an aged text,
My only comfort, based on a promise given in antiquity
I suppose this…this solemn promise alone,
Is the gift offered through
…Faith.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Has there not been enough killing, enough hate
All centered around religious faith?
Perhaps kindness and love would be a better solution;
Plying our ingenuity to the pursuits of peace and joy
Instead of weapons of human destruction.
Never has there been such a proliferation!
Ever more I believe the right path is unfettered love,
Something we are born with, but many of us lose through cynicism.
Strive to regain it and you may witness the rebirth of childlike joy.
~~ 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 ~~
It occurred to me today–
Prompted by a voice,
Not in my head,
No, it came from a voice on the radio.
I’ve heard this voice a hundred times,
Heard the same questions,
Heard the same answer,
But today–
Today of all days I actually listened.
What is life?
What is living?
That’s when the light finally turned on.
It’s the glorious journey of learning how to die.
We do it daily,
We do it with every breath.
We look to our religions,
Our Gods, our souls for the answer.
Why?
In the desire to leave this world in peace
With dignity,
With the hope for something after,
Something more than this temporary existence.
And why shouldn’t we?
Are we not returning to our beginning,
To the earth,
To the air,
To the heavens,
As we have been blessed to do.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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