Whispers in the wind
Sounds of God all around you
In utter silence
Turning your deaf ear forward
Will reap glorious rewards
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Whispers in the wind
Sounds of God all around you
In utter silence
Turning your deaf ear forward
Will reap glorious rewards
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Water’s Symphony
Born to calm the troubled soul
Concerto of God
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Destroyer Shiva
Hunts my elusive ego
All to free my soul
~~ 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 ~~
Home…where is it,
Everywhere, nowhere, our place of birth?
We can separate,
Travel far from where our roots were sown,
But those roots lie buried;
Dormant like the bear in winter
Only to sprout when we return some spring.
There is nothing like home!
We change, it changes
Yet beyond our differences we are the same.
Our blood flows red
Its earth flows brown, rich and enriching;
Drawing us back together
Like long lost brothers,
Like brothers who have never known each other,
Separated at birth then reunited as if never apart.
How strange it is this dichotomous relationship.
Tied together by eons, we deny our love,
Claiming separation while trapped in bondage.
Tell me…where is home?
It is in the filth, the change, the death of all we hold dear,
It is in what no one else can understand,
What flows through our veins, what feeds our souls,
What we will take to the grave when we die.
Home is who we are
Where we grew up no matter how distasteful,
A part of us, like our hearts and minds,
Something we will hate and cherish
Until our breath comes no more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Quiet of the soul
Where we all can become one
With the Divine Spirit
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Time of transition
Inevitable as birth
This is not the end
It’s simply the beginning
Of your spirit’s next journey
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Putting hand to heart
Each beat a link to the soul
Love knows no gender
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shhh, can you hear it
The beating of your own heart
Is it not soothing
Like a classic masterpiece
Chasing silence to be heard
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do what you will to me
I am immune.
Grab at me, gnaw on my bones,
Nick my veins and let me bleed out
I will not submit.
This body is not me, I am eternal
You have not the strength to reduce me
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~