Tag Archives: spiritual

The Soul While on Earth

The soul while on earth struggles in the stairwell,

Longing to climb to heavenly heights.

This pursuit, no matter how noble and well intentioned

Does not come without warning.

Do not squander this life, nor disjoint from the Creator,

Whomever you hold that deity to be.

For surely you will suffer in the fires of hell

Which the devil’s bellow hath stoked.

Instead follow the avenue both straight and narrow,

For you are the seed planted in the furrow,

Not by accident, but by design to flourish.

Though I know you salivate to touch eternity,

All consumed by the promise of this lyrical dream,

You are here to make a difference,

To create, to fulfill the promise

…of your divine birth.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #4 Writing Prompt

Mysteries of Life

Mysteries of life

Mold our history daily

If we would listen

Modernity dismisses

As nonsense through its science

How sad is our state

That we refuse to witness

All that is offered

Because our senses are blind

Sight. smell, touch and sound can lie

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In Silence–Screaming (Tanka)

In silence–screaming

Something only I can hear

Urging me onward

Headlong into the unknown

A metaphysical quest

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Privy to Others Conversations (Sonnet)

Privy to others conversations, my ears are burning,

Listening to the incessant feeding of negatives hunger.

Voraciously seeking the sympathy, they’re yearning,

Causing me to wince, my nerves they shudder.

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Perpetuating hatred–conspiracy under guise of neutrality,

Practicing not what they publicly preach.

Choosing instead to live a different reality,

One that’s close-minded, but so in their reach.

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Why is it that man prefers deafness, to be blind,

Rather than change the narrowness of anuninformed course.

Archaic is their thinking of the most ignorant kind,

Thinking they can change others, spewing shallow discourse.

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If only they would look inside to goodness buried deep within,

No place could vile hatred hide, the world’s healing would begin.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Does The Grass Strain To Grow (Tanka)

Does grass strain to grow

Fighting against its nature

No–it simply sprouts

Doing by perfect design

Just as we are born to do

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Two Simple Words

Two simple words,

Three little letters,

Commanded by God eons ago.

Spoken with respect or not spoken at all.

Blasphemous if taken personally.

Held sacred in the Torah as in the Old Testament.

Otherworldly–

Holy–

Instilling fear in the faithful–

But why?

Are we not made of God,

In the image of God,

Each a Creator in our own right?

As written in first John,

“He who does not love does not know God, because God is love.”

So why are we so afraid?

If I am filled with love… am I not love?

And therefore,

If I am love am I not…

I Am?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Gathering Storm (Tanka)

The gathering storm

Perfect bout–Heaven and Hell

There are no victors

Yet we remain undeterred

Fighting ‘til our final day

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In This Sea Of Blowing Sand

In this sea of blowing sand

I am but a speck seemingly insignificant.

In this vast and ever moving ocean

I am but a drop of water, nearly unrecognizable.

In this massive forest, thick and green

I am but a leaf, one of many that will wither and die.

In this blinding ivory white tundra

I am but a crystal of ice lost amongst the multitude.

In this throng of disparate humanity

I am but one in this crowd of my brothers and sisters.

But am I really this infinitesimal?

I think not because I choose to believe otherwise!

I am a creator,

I am the center,

I am significant

I am  recognizable,

I am unique as a grain of sand,

A drop of water,

A single leaf,

A crystal of ice.

I am who I choose to be!

Beholden to no one but myself.

I am the light of my world,

Creating my life ,

As I choose it to be.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Choosing To Work With Hands In The Earth (Sonnet)

Choosing to work with hands in the earth

The peace, the sun, the dirt under my nails

Paying homage to God with all that I’m worth

With prayers that my undertakings will not fail

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Rest…I know not how regardless of the day

Once commanded so long ago, this I know

No disrespect do I mean, this is just my way

Through my labors this is how I show

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Good for both the body and eternal soul

I offer my sweat and blood in your honor

All this that I sacrifice shall never take its toll

Doing nothing but good, my faults I shall conquer

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Surrounded by God through all we endeavor

For this world is His temple, would He abandon us, I think never.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In the Still of the Night

In the still of night

I lie peacefully in bed

Yet I’m not at rest.

I can feel the energy;

Electric…coursing through me.

Most unusual

This feeling of such power

Came on suddenly.

Its not at all unpleasant–

A feeling I’ve never known.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~