Tag Archives: Spirituality

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 ~~

 

 

Would You Know

Would you know day were it not for night?

Would you know joy were it not for sadness?

Would you know love were it not for hate?

Would you know good were it not for evil?

Would you know right were it not for wrong?

Would you know the feminine without the masculine?

Positive would be nothing without negative?

Negative would be nothing without positive?

Things would simply be,

Unrecognizable from another.

Think of all that would be unknown.

Without this duality

The perfect would be imperfect

And all would cease to exist.

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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 ~~

Who Is He

Who is he?

That is if he is a he and not a she?

He is whomever we need him to be.

He is all powerful to those that feel powerless.

He is all loving to those whose hearts are broken.

He is all forgiving to those who have gone astray.

He is all understanding to those who are in turmoil.

He is all comforting to those who have been wronged.

He is all knowing, all seeing, all hearing..

He is the reason for the good in this world.

He is the reason for the evil in this world.

He creates.

He destroys.

He punishes.

He saves.

We are his likeness.

We are him and he is us.

We can be powerful to help those feeling powerless.

We can be loving to those with hearts that are broken.

We can be forgiving to those who have gone astray.

We can be understanding to those who are in turmoil.

We can be comforting to those who have been wronged.

We can know, can see, can hear.

We can do good in this world.

We can do evil in this world.

We create.

We destroy.

We punish.

We save.

We look outside instead of looking inside.

Perhaps we had the answers all along,

But were too blind to see.

Perhaps…

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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 ~~

Proponent of the Poor (Acrostic)

Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,

Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.

Practicing that which has for so long been preached,

Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.

Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,

Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.

Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;

Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.

Could his motives be this solemn and pure

Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;

Saving of souls through teaching assured,

                            …this as our God has demanded.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mother Earth

Drawn to Mother Earth

And all her healing powers

The secrets she holds

Locked in beautiful crystals

As old as the earth itself

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Forged of elements

White, black, green, red, yellow, blue

Creations marvel

What mysteries must they hold

In this spiritual world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Soul Searching

Soul searching…deep and bloody,

A soul pure in its ignorance, stunted in cynicism

Bleeds to dull the pain.

This pain is not physical–it is spiritual;

Like thirst, it is teased by the eternal mirage.

Crawling through the sand, it sifts through my fingers

As sand through an hourglass is bound to do,

Parched, I search on, confused.

History held the answer…their answer for their time,

Passed on, an amalgam of what the past held true.

Each thought they were right, that they knew,

Yet they knew no more than their predecessors,

Just as I know no more than mine.

So I hunt, swallowing pieces of the puzzle;

Never sure of the truth,

Always one piece short.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~