Tag Archives: God

Joy in the Melody of the Sparrow’s Song (Sonnet)

Joy in the melody of the sparrow’s song,

I sit in wonderment at the skies varied palette.

As though an observer, I feel I don’t belong,

Second fiddle in this heavenly ballad.

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Yet my premise is false, I am part the story,

Woven into the fabric of our universe.

Sharing in its pain and relishing in its glory,

Though my time is for certain most terse.

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Revealing in it’s beauty, I’m astonished by the day,

How perfection could have happen by chance.

A Universal Spirit must surely have had it’s way,

In this earthly and spiritual fire dance.

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With each passing day, O’ how little I know,

Though I wouldn’t miss the chance to see the show.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ Brilliant Bud (Sonnet)

O’ brilliant bud, how thy beauty fills me,

Looking upon thy delicate petals bloom.

Heaven sent–I see birth within thee,

Erupting with grace from nature’s womb.

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How perfect art thee O’ simple flower,

Delicately sculpted by the hand of God.

Splendid creation through wondrous power,

Where mortal man darest not trod.

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Thy life doth mimic that of our own,

So brief, blooming into the loveliest rose.

Until thy beauty fades as time hath shown,

Returning to dust, on north wind blows.

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Regrets they’ve none for none required,

When thy final day comes and ye lay down tired.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Solemn And Desperate We Walk This Earth

Solemn and desperate we walk this earth

Spending life in a quest for the Almighty.

The One we think we know through books

Through hymns,

Through symbols,

Through statues,

Through all manner of mankind’s understanding.

Living this life for the hope of something better;

Squandering precious time at the crossroads,

Looking north, south, east and west directionless

Leads to an unfulfilled life–

One of sadness and regret as this door closes.

Assuredly this is not what is thirsted for,

Nor what the Creator desires for his children

Yet we pretend to be omniscient;

Claiming to know what God wants of us,

Acting as judge and jury over our fellow man.

Even the Bishop of Rome has seen the light saying,

“Who am I to judge” realizing his humanness.

What if we were to love our fellow man,

Love ourselves enough to live life to the fullest,

Wouldn’t we be living as we were designed to,

Letting bygones be bygones?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In This Sea Of Blowing Sand

In this sea of blowing sand

I am but a speck seemingly insignificant.

In this vast and ever moving ocean

I am but a drop of water, nearly unrecognizable.

In this massive forest, thick and green

I am but a leaf, one of many that will wither and die.

In this blinding ivory white tundra

I am but a crystal of ice lost amongst the multitude.

In this throng of disparate humanity

I am but one in this crowd of my brothers and sisters.

But am I really this infinitesimal?

I think not because I choose to believe otherwise!

I am a creator,

I am the center,

I am significant

I am  recognizable,

I am unique as a grain of sand,

A drop of water,

A single leaf,

A crystal of ice.

I am who I choose to be!

Beholden to no one but myself.

I am the light of my world,

Creating my life ,

As I choose it to be.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Who Is He

Who is he?

That is if he is a he and not a she?

He is whomever we need him to be.

He is all powerful to those that feel powerless.

He is all loving to those whose hearts are broken.

He is all forgiving to those who have gone astray.

He is all understanding to those who are in turmoil.

He is all comforting to those who have been wronged.

He is all knowing, all seeing, all hearing..

He is the reason for the good in this world.

He is the reason for the evil in this world.

He creates.

He destroys.

He punishes.

He saves.

We are his likeness.

We are him and he is us.

We can be powerful to help those feeling powerless.

We can be loving to those with hearts that are broken.

We can be forgiving to those who have gone astray.

We can be understanding to those who are in turmoil.

We can be comforting to those who have been wronged.

We can know, can see, can hear.

We can do good in this world.

We can do evil in this world.

We create.

We destroy.

We punish.

We save.

We look outside instead of looking inside.

Perhaps we had the answers all along,

But were too blind to see.

Perhaps…

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Choosing To Work With Hands In The Earth (Sonnet)

Choosing to work with hands in the earth

The peace, the sun, the dirt under my nails

Paying homage to God with all that I’m worth

With prayers that my undertakings will not fail

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Rest…I know not how regardless of the day

Once commanded so long ago, this I know

No disrespect do I mean, this is just my way

Through my labors this is how I show

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Good for both the body and eternal soul

I offer my sweat and blood in your honor

All this that I sacrifice shall never take its toll

Doing nothing but good, my faults I shall conquer

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Surrounded by God through all we endeavor

For this world is His temple, would He abandon us, I think never.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Destiny (Acrostic)

Dogma plagues our human existence

Erasing common decency–trading it for war .

Souls bought and sold because of inspired word;

Thrown to the wolves by those in sheep’s clothing.

I do not hate religion, I do not deny its inalienable right

Nor do I deny the good which it contains.

Yet zealots pass judgment in the Name of their God–

destroying the lives of others…this I despise.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Forest Walk

Forest walk–crisp night,

Moon reflecting off snow white.

Pure as God’s Angels

Welcoming the virgin birth

Into this diluted world.

So short a time is the beauty unspoiled;

Where footsteps have not yet soiled.

Until man imparts his bloody mark

Corrupting nature’s pristine gift.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Found Myself Staring

I found myself staring,

Looking into a forest of festive lights;

Twinkling–red, green, blue, white.

The cold was forgotten,

Replaced by warmth and peace.

When I awoke…

Standing as a statue

Dusk seemed brighter,

It’s colors more vibrant,

A sense of joy filled my heart.

I was bathed in the spirit,

A renewed man.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Proponent of the Poor (Acrostic)

Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,

Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.

Practicing that which has for so long been preached,

Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.

Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,

Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.

Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;

Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.

Could his motives be this solemn and pure

Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;

Saving of souls through teaching assured,

                            …this as our God has demanded.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~