Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father

God to the three religions

Why are we fighting

Men look for reasons to hate

In Allah, Yahweh, God’s name

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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He’s Called By Many Names

He’s called many names

God, Rom, Allah, Krishna, Christ

All are names of peace

It’s man who is violent

Not the Gods whom they worship

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Thirst Stinging My Throat

Thirst stinging my throat;

Dust and grime choke me of air.

Breathing is labored.

Thirsting for an oasis

I will drink sand to survive.

 

Could this be blind faith,

Utopia found in sand;

Trusting you’ll be quenched?

Isn’t this what religions

Teach is the only path to God?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Winding River, You Are Full Of Stones

Winding river, you are full of stones

Each covered in the blood of hatred.

Claiming to do as God commanded

You are false interpreters of the Word,

Stoning humanity into submission.

Under the guise of love you preach–

Conversion or death your message.

Yet in Heaven your Gods are the same,

Your aggressions on earth intertwined;

Surely there is enough blame for all.

Look! Your Holy texts are riddled with violence,

Deaths of men, women and children– so graphic;

Still you have the gall to point fingers at another!

You hypocrite, you heathen, you betray yourselves!

Each of you should be stoned for your digressions

You perpetrators of hate and death.

None of you are without human frailties,

None of you can claim to be speaking for Almighty God

For that–would be blasphemy,

Yet still you proclaim to know what is in God’s Heart!

Put an end this senseless bloodshed,

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”,

And nary a stone will ever be cast again.

 

~~ 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 ~~

 

A Lifetime Spent Forging Ahead

A lifetime spent forging ahead,

Ever closer to the raging river.

Tumultuous and wrought with fear

I approach the fjord fraught with peril.

I squint to spy a shore

The bank far too distant to see.

What awaits–Oh that is the question

Asked before, asked again eternally.

Its in the book of Testament Old and New,

Torah, Pistis Sophia, Koran among the few.

Through the ages told to look, to believe

And yes! Ye shall find what ye need,

But it is not so clear, nor has it ever been,

I can’t know what awaits on that far off shore.

Trusting there is more than what I’ve seen,

Like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night

I must trust, I must believe through faith I will live,

For without what is left, but a story with a tragic end.

This cannot, must not be, never created nor destroyed,

I have been forever and will be forever more.

Mortal science has proven the mystics of yore,

There must be life,yes–I must live when I cross the river

As spirit abandons the bodies mortal core.

With each step I take, another step closer,

Sooner than later I will know, I will see what awaits;

Try as we may we cannot escape our human fate.

A fate long sealed by Adam’s rib named Eve

What else can we do, but trust and believe

That all is not lost, that living is not futile,

Lest we spend our days in tears as we grieve.

I refuse!  I will not grieve nor give in to hopelessness,

This by the grace of God I confess

To waste not one breathing moment in sadness

Instead to walk in the ways of gladness

‘Til my time on earth is through.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pondering God

Pondering of God;

This longing to find what lay beyond our living existence,

Attempts to rationalize the irrational,

Anchored with questions for which we have no answers,

This we’ve seen throughout our sordid history,

Wars fought, lives lost in the name of an invisible god,

A battle that did not end in antiquity.

Even today, preachers and false prophets command their thirsty flocks,

“Have faith, we will guide you to the promised land!”,

I am firm that they know nothing beyond that which they want to believe,

How could they, how could any man?

They are no more and no less human than I?

Irrefutable is this fact.

I harbor no ill will towards the faithful,

Their search is no different than mine except in path,

A path that may rejoin in what comes after.

For now, I take comfort that my spirit..

Always Does…Always did…And always will…Exist.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Thirst Consumes

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 ~~