In times of trial
One finds what they are made of
Human fortitude
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In times of trial
One finds what they are made of
Human fortitude
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look all around you
Tell me what is it you see
In strangers faces
Struggle, pain, suffering, love
Perhaps a mirror image
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Between birth and death
Lies the place of our struggle
Pain our companion
Yet through all this there is love
Lurking beyond our egos
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Unconditional
Many strive to attain It
Though few ever do
Human temptation obstructs
Luring us with its promise
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Left to our own wants
This incarnation is doomed
Destined to repeat
Maybe the next time around
We will find the purest love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wilting foliage
Struggling to cling to life
Springtime in the wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Loneliness,
self imposed
out of shyness,
A struggle.
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Afraid
of hurt,
I’ll remain invisible.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A thirst consumes me
One which water cannot quench
Is there a Heaven
Is there a hell, I don’t know
God knows…if he exists
This question of faith
To believe or disbelieve
I struggle alone
For no one can know my mind
Or the spirit within me
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living this stage show
Scripted as Heaven or Hell
So Shakespearean
At times its a comedy
At others a tragedy
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Does benevolence pain you?
It should not…
Others welfare-
Mustn’t be a cause of discomfort,
But a source of joy,
A gift of fulfillment,
Done out of obligation,
Not of demand,
Instead an obligation,
To care for your brothers,
And sisters in need,
In their moment of distress.
Time or money,
It matters not,
When done out of…
The goodness of heart.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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We look upon this world as an oyster
Rough, hard and jagged to the touch
Awash with the dirt and grit of life’s tribulations
It lies burrowed in the muck to hide from conflict
Still we claw and rake in the filth for the treasure it holds
Drawing it out from the safety of it’s dingy home
It’s shell is not easily unlocked
Clamped down tightly to protect itself from pain
Reluctantly the shell is pried open
Gradually and over time we are revealed
In a flood our surroundings rush in
Exposing virgin skin to the unfamiliar
Joy and excitement replace reluctance
What wonder is found in discovering your dreams
For beneath the newly uncovered flesh
Lies the pearl you have been longing for