Do You Believe In Coincidence

Do you believe in coincidence,

Perhaps in luck

Or do you believe in something from above?

A guardian angel watching unseen,

Keeping an eye on where you go

Leading you on from where you’ve been.

Is this so impossible

In a “Wonderful Life” kind of way?

There are things we don’t know

Since the beginning of time until today.

As strange as it may seem I believe they are real,

This doesn’t need confirmed with the five senses

I can’t explain it, it’s something I feel.

Maybe this is what eternity has defined as trust,

I really don’t know, I can’t be sure.

All I know is that I have to, surely I must,

No other explanation could be the cure.

There are things not of this world that we sense every day,

Defying the best of logic and human science.

Nothing more needs said, nothing more I can say,

In the divine we must put our faith and reliance.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Specks Of Dust

Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers

Float in and out of lemon colored rays.

Where did they come from and where are they going?

What were they before they were this,

The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,

Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert

Or from the gardens in my backyard.

They seem eager to get where they are going,

Stopping for nothing or no one,

Determined in their own mindless way,

Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.

Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?

Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,

Then just as quickly they are gone,

Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,

Watching us as we go about our lives.

Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,

But something more, something alive or animated.

Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,

One which we could only hope to aspire too,

Perfection in miniature,

Just maybe.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~