To believe or not
Is a question of one’s faith
As it’s always been.
We can never know for sure
Until we leave this body,
Whether their is more
Or if this is all there is.
So…what will it be?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To believe or not
Is a question of one’s faith
As it’s always been.
We can never know for sure
Until we leave this body,
Whether their is more
Or if this is all there is.
So…what will it be?
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drift amongst the stars
Each one a spark of heaven
In the form of man
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blinded by the sun
Heaven showing it’s glory
To lesser beings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s nothing to fear
Death cannot hostage my soul
For it’s immortal
Born and reborn many times
Until reaching perfection
When it is released
Into the Lord’s loving hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
The spark extinguished,
There is no kindling to reignite the flame.
Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds
Until nary a trace can be found.
What proof is there that it ever really existed
That it belonged to this dimension.
Attempts to congeal fail
As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.
Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,
Insignificant and unimportant,
This would be wrongly assumed.
We would not know this place without them,
So intertwined is all matter
That without the most minute speck
Life would be forever altered from this reality.
There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,
From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly
To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,
Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…
Under Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Close your tired eyes
Quiet your exhausted mind
A surprise awaits
He has been there all along
Since the very day of birth
Too busy to see
He sat back and simply watched
Waiting for the time
Now in your silence he speaks
Hello my child…I Am God
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You reach out for me
My vessel–something to hold
But it’s illusion
You cannot touch who I am
For it is not this body
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Temper your rage toward others dear one
It blinds you and fogs the mirror.
Incapable of seeing yourself in others, hate festers,
Turning gangrenous, unable to heal.
What angers you is that which you cannot admit;
You are Siamese–connected by a tiny spark,
The spark of the soul, beyond our human frailties.
Anger, hate, race, creed, color melt away
When viewed in the brightness of Divine light.
Unconditional love takes up residence
Welcoming the essence of all into her warmth.
With this, differences can no longer survive…
And for once we can live in total peace.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~