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 ~~
Were I cast out to sea, adrift…in a small boat,
Floating…gliding up and down over diamond-head swells;
Bathing under a star soaked sky,
Will I be seen by God?
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Were I crawling, dirty…clothes worn ragged,
Parched…flesh burning, blistered and bleeding;
Boiled under a hellish sun,
Will I be saved by God?
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Were I bedridden, covered in sores…begging for death,
Terminal…no hope, living in utter despair;
A slave to this mortal body,
Will I be spared by God?
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Were I to pass…peacefully or in torment,
Eyes closed…draped in white as I was at birth;
No more a victim to my earthly form,
Will I be welcomed by God?
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For all the wrongs I’ve done, all the sins I have notched,
The list is long, written in stone, my autobiography;
My claim on humanity not unlike others,
Will I be forgiven by God?
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Will I be seen…
Will I be saved…
Will I be spared…
Will I be welcomed…
Will I be forgiven…
By God?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How subtle the wind blows through my hair,
Like the gentle caress of a lover’s fingers.
I close my eyes, breathing deeply to draw in my ladies scent,
Warmth rushes my face as her sun shines down upon me,
Is there any sensation more wonderful to the soul.
Sparrows melodic song taunts my feet to tapping,
Keeping time, as though the conductor of natures choir.
Swooping with grace and tenacity I spy the redtail hawk as it startles it’s prey,
Continuing a circle of life that long predates me,
Beautiful yet disturbing in it’s raw aggression,
I remain undeterred by my love and admiration.
The river before me rages rapid over falls and boulder,
Sparkling like the queen she is at her coronation,
Teaming with sockeye driven by their spawn,
As I by the serenity of the wonders around me.
Is not the hand of God most perfect in the wielding of his tools,
Neither man nor science could compare.
I lay down in prayer and praise,
To honor and preserve this masterpiece called earth,
For the generations that surely will follow me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
