Looking Across the Field

Looking across the field

Sun blinding me

I’m in a trance,

Mesmerized by the grassy wave.

How did I get to this place

Where so much promise lies before me,

Yet believing the best is already behind?

With each step I trample the tender shoots,

Very much like my dreams…

At one time flowing freely

Bending with the wind,

Now ground back into the earth

From which they were born.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I’ve Tripped And Fallen

I’ve tripped and fallen,

Arose battered, cut and bruised

Yet I’m undeterred.

Life is not always painless

Nor always terribly kind.

Instinct says to run,

To hide from that which injures

Becoming recluse.

I refuse to run or to hide,

Cowering in human fear;

Preferring instead

To face my future head on

Whatever may come.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Am Not A Wise Man

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I am not a wise man,

Questions–I have so many,

A seeker am I.

No–this is not a complaint.

My path is profoundly worn,

Worn by ancestors

All belonging to my tribe,

My brother humans.

Neither the first nor the last;

Others will travel this road

Leaving blood and sweat

As markers of their journey…

Of this I am sure.

I take solace in this fact

That I’ve not ventured alone.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

It’s All I Can Do

It’s all I can do

To focus on this mortal life.

I know there is more,

That time is an invention,

Something man can comprehend.

To Realized Ones

Past, present, future are now.

This I desire,

Though it seems so far away.

I long to spend time seeking,

Looking deep inside

To find that unified place

Where God and I become one.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hidden Amongst Ash

Hidden amongst ash

Bones and memories still thrive;

Haunting the living,

Choosing not to let them go

They are invited to stay.

We welcome them in

Sharing with them–our futures,

Our hopes and our dreams,

Only to be left in chains

Imprisoned by our dark past.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~