So much to say, though
How…is what eludes my grasp.
Fingers contorted,
My mind drowning in chaos,
The words scream fighting for air.
But alas they choke,
Dying at the hand of a
Tormented poet.
What fate beholds this tortured
Soul. Only God above knows.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Whispers in the wind
Sounds of God all around you
In utter silence
Turning your deaf ear forward
Will reap glorious rewards
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peace, contemplation
Silence of meditation
Nourishing my soul
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mountains touching sky
Mother Earth breathes in the rain
Moon bows to the sun
All symbols of God’s beauty
If we took time to notice
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Man’s intuition
Lost amongst modernity
Preferring book smarts
∞
Wisdom comes in many forms
If you’re willing to listen
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Voice of singing bowl
Heavenly source for healing
Soothing vibration
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
She sees what I can’t
Knowing what I only sensed
My life’s destiny
Revealed by a mystics eye
An intuitive minds lens
~~ 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 ~~
Colossal mistake
Of Biblical proportions
Unforgivable
Most vilified of mortals
Christ’s Judas Iscariot
~~ 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?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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