Sunday, June 18, 2006

Blessed Words
By Don Iannone

Buried deep within this poem
is a very special blessing
from me to you.
This blessing has nothing, whatsoever
to do with me--
it's all about you.
You don't have to believe anything special
or do anything different
than you normally do.
There is no choice to make
about what this blessing relates to
or how you can use it
to get what you already want.
It's not my blessing.
I have none--
other than those passing through me
as I make my way through life.
How do you know
there is a blessing in these words?
In our minds
you don't know
and neither do I.
So why trouble yourself
about a poem claiming a blessing
you can't see or touch?
There is no need to trouble yourself.
Just consider the faintest possibility
that I "felt" blessed
as I wrote this poem.
consider the possibility
that you might "feel" blessed
as you read these words.
If in your heart
you feel an ever so slight tug--
you will know
this blessing has been passed on to you.

PS: Feel free to copy this poem, post it to your website,
send it to a friend, hang it on your refrigerator, or use
it in any other way you feel is appropriate.


jim said...

Well, Don, that is a classic, tender, real, soulful, knowing, intimate. Thanks for the love.

Don Iannone said...

Hey're welcome. There is a little something extra in this poem.



Dan said...

I am blessed.

Imemine said...

In our minds
you don't know
and neither do I.

Anonymous said...

imemine...only in our hearts, my friend.

Don Iannone said...

Yes indeed Dan and imemine

Liquidplastic said...

Wonder not why I ask for your blessings, for I know it is there, not by sight, but by your action. I am indeed blessed by you!

Don Iannone said...

Amias...all are blessed who read this poem.

gautami tripathy said...

Somehow it soothed my restless soul. My wandering mind. Bless truly I am for knowing you Don!

Don Iannone said...

You're very kind Gautami. I have been enjoying your poetry as well.

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