Under Attack


Some claim it’s under attack,

An imagined war.

Practice whatever you please,

But don’t force it on others


I guess church and state

Are only kept separate

When it’s convenient.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Strive To Be As The Sapling

I strive to be as the sapling;

Flexible in the path of the raging gale.

The sapling does not struggle against its foe,

It does not stand rigid as an elder,

It bows gracefully and without pretense.

Even in its youth

The sapling knows it could not withstand the fury,

So by yielding it survives unscathed.

This is the wisdom lost to maturity.

With age the sapling becomes increasingly inflexible

Until in time its trunk refuses to bend.

We are not so unlike the simple tree,

Showing great resilience in childhood,

Becoming unwavering and obstinate with age.

Oh what I would not give to be as the lowly sapling.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



Silence does not mean I don’t care.

Perhaps I’m stifling a self-righteous opinion

Or maybe I’m just listening like a good friend does.

I don’t have all the answers nor are any required.

Your questions are rhetorical,

Simply statements to self,

You already know the answers.

It isn’t my place to judge,

Only to offer advice when asked for it,

My judgemental days are over.

I don’t walk in your shoes,

I don’t feel what you feel,

I haven’t lived your life,

Struggled your struggles,

Traveled your rutted path.

Instead I offer my silence

…As a show of love and support.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~