So Much To Say

So much to say, though

How…is what eludes my grasp.

Fingers contorted,

My mind drowning in chaos,

The words scream fighting for air.

But alas they choke,

Dying at the hand of a

Tormented poet.

What fate beholds this tortured

Soul. Only God above knows.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Whispers In The Wind

Whispers in the wind

Sounds of God all around you

In utter silence

Turning your deaf ear forward

Will reap glorious rewards

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Peace, Contemplation

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Peace, contemplation

Silence of meditation

Nourishing my soul

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

She Sees What I Can’t

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She sees what I can’t

Knowing what I only sensed

My life’s destiny

Revealed by a mystics eye

An intuitive minds lens

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Carrying the Instrument

Carrying the instrument of your own death

Jeering crowds spitting and taunting as you go

Forgive them Father for they know not what they do

Cried with sincerity for these misguided souls

Even in this ultimate humiliation

Your faith never faltered

And by that we have been saved

…How could you not love Him

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

To Believe or Not

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 ~~