Broken hearts and bones
Pain of body and of soul
No less torturous
What it means to be alive
In this material world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken hearts and bones
Pain of body and of soul
No less torturous
What it means to be alive
In this material world
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I sat to pray
And screams of hate
Shattered the peace.
I question what I believe!
How can I prescribe to something
That judges…most un-Christlike,
The heart and soul of another;
Claiming to know the mind of God
And to speak with certain authority
On His behalf.
How hypocritical this seems!
Christ did not judge the beggar,
Nor the Samaritan;
He loved them both
And that was his lesson.
Sadly, you seem to have been deaf,
For you judge, most cruelly
Those that do not fit your view.
You proclaim to the Heavens your Christianity,
But clearly have forgotten the words of Christ
Written so plainly in Mark 12:31:
“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”
There is none other commandment greater than these.”
Surely you must be filled with self-loathing,
For treating another soul with such contempt
Defies God’s most precious command.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Aging fingers grasp at the past
While winds of change buffet them at every turn.
Quiescence is unnatural,
Steamrolling those that refuse to align.
Each generation flavors their water,
Drinking from the fountain of their creation;
Shaping the new world in the vision of the time.
Neither we nor our Constitution were meant to be stagnant,
Fluidity is what protects us, what progresses us.
We must put aside our antiquated notions of the past,
For as society evolves, we too are obliged to evolve,
Lest we die as a nation and as a people.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Joy and glad tidings
Hallmarks of this gleeful time
Lost by so many
Those without means, abandoned
Are left to suffer alone
No tree, gifts or warmth
Is afforded to these souls
They’re invisible
Perhaps the Christmas spirit
Was meant as a reminder
That giving is more
Than gifts to friends and family
It’s to all mankind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
From Heaven falls tears
Washing man’s filth from this earth.
Is that not called love?
Could any Father do more
To heal wounds of his children?
He weeps for our souls,
Our loss of humanity
Once gifted to us,
Dismissed in lieu of greed
Yet denied by the greedy.
Is this not our way,
To walk through life in blindness
Avoiding our flaws?
Then in our reckoning hour
We beg for His forgiveness.
How foolish we are
Destroying so many lives
All for bits of gold.
In the end what did this buy,
But a road leading to Hell.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In the crystal blackness of the nighttime sky the golden tail of some terrestrial body illuminates the heavens. Perhaps it is the contrail of some alien ship looking down upon this sad misguided world knowing that soon all of this could be theirs as we perish by our own hands.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is my calling
To speak for those that are mute
Injecting logic
In this illogical world
Fighting the way I know how
With pen and paper
The written is the sword
I wield with honor
Far mightier than the tongue
Brandished til the day I die
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To see me sleeping
You would think I worried not
But you would be wrong
My heart and soul are on fire
For the voiceless of this world
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life’s fluidity
Frightening to so many
So they swim upstream
Isn’t life evolution…
Nothing ever stays the same
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To be all knowing;
Would I become horrified…
Sickened by the thoughts?
Would I share in suffering
Or in humanities pain?
I really don’t know,
Maybe I would offer love
Or a helping hand.
I’d like to think myself brave,
But then again…I’m not God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~