Tag Archives: spiritual

O’ The Beauty, the Warmth of the Sun,

O’ the beauty, the warmth of the sun,

The bluest of blue skies, whitest of clouds floating on hidden breezes.

What worries do I have when surrounded by the Divine’s Creations?

Temporal pains hold no sway in the face of Heaven’s glorious perfection.

I gripe over aches, aging, suffering and death

Spending my life in pity over the trivial.

But why?

Is not peace and joy spread out before me,

Have I not been granted five senses for their pleasure?

What has been given proves to be insufficient,

An incessant want pervades my very being.

This ego drives me to horde ever more of the materialistic…

I am weak!

Lying back in the tall green grass I marvel at Heaven,

Watching birds of all variety crisscross its expanse.

Wondering…Perhaps they know the answer,

Living simply and in the moment,

Requiring nothing, but food and shelter.

Wasn’t this what was endowed to us by the Creator, In The Beginning

Until the day our egos drove us to sin.

Maybe it is time I step back,

Taking time to look for that little spark that burns within

…That is God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Angels And Demons

Angels and Demons

Share in this magical place,

This world of man.

What lies between us and them

Is a thin vail disguised as faith.

The faithless believe

There is no God, no Heaven,

There is no Hell, no darkness,

No Lucifer, no Angels,

No war between good and evil,

But they are just fooling themselves.

Call upon them, will them into the light

And they will surely make their presence known.

Look out your window, read the news,

Remember your best and worst dreams,

You will see the unseen at work.

Deny they exist if you must,

But know they live,

Just beyond the reach…

Of your five mortal senses.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Far and Wide, Far Beyond Horizons I’ve Looked

Far and wide, far beyond horizons I’ve looked,

Looked…looked until I glared at nothingness.

Staring straight into the gruesomeness of its face

It manages nothing but a hideous, jagged smile,

A chuckle from deep within its bowels born of hell.

I…what could I, a miserable wretch possibly do?

I am afraid, frightened of what I cannot see.

This monster is not deterred, I can feel its presence

Looming large over me, clawing at my sanity.

I can feel its steaming breath, hot at my throat;

Pulse racing, heart pounding, I tremble losing control.

Grasping the Book I raise it skyward

Screaming, crying, falling to my blackened knees.

Prostrate and bruised for a response, I wait

Yet there is none, no answer, nothing but silence.

Silence and nothingness are all that greet my tears.

I despise this hollow, sorrowful, lonely quest

Plagued with questions thicker than a locust’s swarm.

Nary an answer have I been offered all these years.

Appeasement through words written in an aged text,

My only comfort, based on a promise given in antiquity

I suppose this…this solemn promise alone,

Is the gift offered through

…Faith.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~