The Spark Extinguished

The spark extinguished,

There is no kindling to reignite the flame.

Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds

Until nary a trace can be found.

What proof is there that it ever really existed

That it belonged to this dimension.

Attempts to congeal fail

As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.

Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,

Insignificant and unimportant,

This would be wrongly assumed.

We would not know this place without them,

So intertwined is all matter

That without the most minute speck

Life would be forever altered from this reality.

There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,

From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly

To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,

Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…

Under Heaven.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Am Resigned

I am resigned…

That I am but a drop in the greater waterfall of humanity.

Yet without me the waterfall would be incomplete.

Regardless of how seemingly insignificant

I am integral to this perfect design.

I take comfort in knowing that this world would be a different place without me.

World events today, our history would not be the same,

Nothing that is happening

Or has happened in this lifetime

Would have occurred precisely the same way without my existence.

What we do,

The love we emit,

The hearts we touch,

Ripple out into the world at large

Affecting everything and everyone.

Yes, I am resigned…

That I am but a drop in the greater waterfall of humanity,

But I am never discouraged.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Though Earthbound

Though earthbound, I am lost amongst the sky blue,

Intricately woven into this tapestry that is nature.

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Miniscule in comparison to the whole I am no less vital.

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Without being, this picturesque world would be unrecognizable.

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What I see as familiar would cease to exist without that

blade of grass, that oak tree, the bird singing in the eaves,

the lake where I skipped stones, the house that I grew up in,

my kindergarten teacher, the teachers that tolerated me,

the bus driver, the postman delivering the mail,

the plowman keeping our streets clear in winter.

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Without any of these what would this life look like;

Much different I propose.

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Without you or I what path would our parents lives have taken;

Surely a far cry from the one our history tells.

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Lest we question our significance in this place and time

we should not!

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We are each a thread in this fabric,

Significant and wonderful and cardinal by our simple existence.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~