A Tribute to All Who Have Suffered
By Don Iannone
Let the gentle being
that you most deeply are
fill the missing pieces
begging for the touch
of a loving hand.
May the many parts of you
grow together in harmony
like a beautiful tapestry
floating
in pure sunlight.
May each new breath you take
lull you high above the clouds
where peace lies waiting
to kiss away the tears
for so long you've cried.
And may magical harps play
familiar sweet lullabies
that wove threads of hope
into the soul
of the precious child within you.
Beautiful, serene, hopeful. I loved this, Don.
ReplyDeleteStacey...and hot off the press. I posted just an instant before you commented. Thanks for the kind words...and there is a special blessings behind those words. Hold onto them.
ReplyDeletethank u so much....
ReplyDeletei read ur poems....
very touching
Hope you don't mind me dropping by I love the morning poem particularly I should mention I can't spell, but I love poetry
ReplyDeleteThanks Kai. Welcome back. I really liked your poems today.
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Dustin. Thanks for coming by. Please stop back.
This poem gives hope, not only to those who have suffered, but to anyone feeling those little pangs of loneliness we all feel at one time or another: "fill the missing pieces begging for a loving hand." It's as if you're reaching your hand out to us.
ReplyDeleteThen there's the harmony in your words, in the images you create, such as "a breath of air" being able to lull us up, above the clouds.
With the Tibetan Singing Bowls in the background, there's a true sense of peace, and a better future.
Thank you for this respite in our otherwise often stressful, unbending world.
"The world breaks every one and
ReplyDeleteafterward many are strong at the broken places"
-- from "A Farewell to Arms" by Ernest Hemingway
the ice is thin enough for walkin'
the rope is worn enough to climb
throat is dry enough for talkin'
world is crumblin', but i know why
storm is wild enough for sailing
bridge is weak enough to cross
this body frail enough for fighting
i'm home enough to know i'm lost
it's just enough to be strong
in the broken places, in the broken places
it's just enough to be strong
should the world rely on faith tonight
land unfit enough for planting
barren enough to conceive
poor enough to gain the treasure
enough a cynic to believe
confused enough to know direction
sun eclipsed enough to shine
be still enough to finally tremble
see enough to know i'm blind
-broken places, jars of clay
Lovely, Don - thanks for this.
"The world breaks every one and
ReplyDeleteafterward many are strong at the broken places"
-- from "A Farewell to Arms" by Ernest Hemingway
the ice is thin enough for walkin'
the rope is worn enough to climb
throat is dry enough for talkin'
world is crumblin', but i know why
storm is wild enough for sailing
bridge is weak enough to cross
this body frail enough for fighting
i'm home enough to know i'm lost
it's just enough to be strong
in the broken places, in the broken places
it's just enough to be strong
should the world rely on faith tonight
land unfit enough for planting
barren enough to conceive
poor enough to gain the treasure
enough a cynic to believe
confused enough to know direction
sun eclipsed enough to shine
be still enough to finally tremble
see enough to know i'm blind
-broken places, jars of clay
Lovely, Don - thanks for this.
Hi Julie...Thanks for stopping by and sharing the Hemingway poem. Lovely and appreciated.
ReplyDeleteDarlene...thanks for your kinds comments. Much appreciated. The Tibetan Singing Bells are on my own site (I think) Ab initio.
This was a special inspired poem. There's a little more in this one than many others I've written. May it give a healing touch wherever needed.
Another gem of a poem. I ought to set this to music!
ReplyDeleteIndeed Rob. I'll see it and you play it. London Philharmonic or Cleveland Orchestra?
ReplyDeleteJeez, Don!
ReplyDeleteHey Dan...Jeez is right. We all need it.
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