Greatness Is Hidden

Greatness is hidden

Behind a curtain of fear

Vile and ugly

Truly…what is to be gained

For the lecherous many

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A green light to hate

Harkening back to dark times

When race reigned supreme

Murder was freely sanctioned

With some holding little worth

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We aren’t this people

Covered in blood and blackness

We are so much more

Look deeply into your soul

See the light that calls your name

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This light is called love

And we are charged as shepherds

Tending to its flock

What’s best of America

Exists behind this veil

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco  ~~

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Hand Cradled In Mine

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Hand cradled in mine

Warm breath leading to a kiss

How I know you’re mine

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Sat To Pray

I sat to pray

And screams of hate

Shattered the peace.

I question what I believe!

How can I prescribe to something

That judges…most un-Christlike,

The heart and soul of another;

Claiming to know the mind of God

And to speak with certain authority

On His behalf.

How hypocritical this seems!

Christ did not judge the beggar,

Nor the Samaritan;

He loved them both

And that was his lesson.

Sadly, you seem to have been deaf,

For you judge, most cruelly

Those that do not fit your view.

You proclaim to the Heavens your Christianity,

But clearly have forgotten the words of Christ

Written so plainly in Mark 12:31:

“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”

There is none other commandment greater than these.”

Surely you must be filled with self-loathing,

For treating another soul with such contempt

Defies God’s most precious command.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Collective Soul

Our collective soul

Lies buried in the rubble

Of hate, greed and lies.

 

One day we will rise from ash

Like the fiery Phoenix.

 

Enlightened, wiser,

Perhaps we will see we’re one,

Made of flesh and bone.

 

How sad that we must suffer

Before we open our eyes.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: Lovers Dance

Her ruby red lips speak volumes in their silence, parted and warm to the taste.  Nothing more in the throes of passion do I need to be fulfilled as skin glistens upon skin.

Natural and beautiful, this lovers dance enshrined in antiquity shall spin on until the end of time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It’s All I Can Do

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

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 ~~

 

I Am

I am–Nothing and everything

I am–Saint and sinner

I am–Man and Divine

I am–Living and dying

I am–Strong and fragile

I am–Love and hate

I am–Good and evil

I am–All of these things

For one cannot exist without the other.

 

Would you know the laudable in me

Without staring my indiscretions in the face?

 

Look within me to find the mirror of yourself,

All that I am is you, perfect and imperfect.

 

There is much for which I am not proud,

But I take comfort that I am who I am.

 

Just as it is fruitless for you to deny

That you are who you are.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Whisper In My Ear

Whisper in my ear

My fears and doubts thou comfort

Tis all I long for

 

Trepidation doth consume

But thou art my loving cure

 

O’ these many years

Without words we have embraced

Through passionate glance

 

Giving solace when needed

Tis nothing I wouldst not do

 

Thou art my heaven

Thy savior in times of angst

Lover eternal

 

This covenant I maketh

To loveth thee for ever


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~