Friday, December 01, 2006

It is Given
By Don Iannone

And what of life...
that which we live,
that which is given...
by another much greater,
much more loving,
much more gentle,
and one amongst us
any hour, day or night.
This one cradles us...
in love and tenderness.
This one holds our hand,
bringing us tears of joy,
reunion, and connection.
It's all within our grasp...
every last drop of life,
every dream we've sung,
every moment we've been lonely,
every smile gracing our lips,
every cloud blocking the sun,
every cleansing drop of rain
nourishing our would-be dying spirit
longing be touched.


Anonymous said...

Verrry good!

iamnasra said...

You poured you heart giving us such lovely thoughts to leave us here thinking and going deeper in to your words

polona said...


Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan, Nasra, and Polona.

Nasra...this one was prompted by reading the words of the now deceased Trappist monk Thomas Merton. He is so powerful in his words. This poem was felt very deeply inside me. There were tears.

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