Off in the distance
A single bird sings sweetly
A sign this gray February morning
Spring will come soon
Heartened by its melody
I lingered, longer than usual
Soaking in last notes
Stirring hope within me
A mystery to me–
How such a small creature
can ignite such passion
with so simple a song
What a serendipitous blessing, I thought
For something so small to weigh so large
Something so unexpected to spark unity–
A sense God is always there
Something inside me changed, and now
climbing a mountain today
seems far less important
than sitting in quiet holy reception
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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18 thoughts on “Small Things Change Us”
Dan: Yep. This is so very true. I’m here…Here…HERE! Thanks for bringing this back into view. You’re still a monk!
Just looking at one of your previous blog incarnations and noticed this:
Show up in life. Amazing things happen when you do.
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Back in my ‘monk’ days, someone mentioned this sign they saw in Las Vegas:
“You must be present to win.”
We all thought that that was a useful reminder.
Hayden: Thanks for stopping and sharing. Love owls.
lovely, I really enjoyed this!
my birds came in the night – two owls singing softly to each other of love – and my sleep was comforted.
Thanks Dan. You Jazz guys stick together.
Floots: Thanks. I can imagine that whistle of yours.
Pat: Thanks. I guess birds of a feather, well, stick together.
Don, I did that very same thing the last cold day we had. One bird on a bare limb with a beautiful song to sing. Beautiful written!!
i am a non-religious person
(but with a pantheistic note in my whistle) 🙂
and this does the job for me
and i’m with borut as to roland kirk
Don’t you wish you’d bet a bunch on the Giants? And, speaking of Roland Kirk, check this out:
Andrew: Thanks. Yes, I agree. I’m ready spring, but is spring ready for us?
Borut: Thanks. I will have to look up this piece by Kirk.
Beautiful, Don!:) Reminds me of Roland Kirk, the great jazz musician, and of his great piece called Bright Moments!:) Best wishes!:)
funny – I just wrote a tanka mentioning a singing bird in the night, due to the unusual warmth. I guess we’re all thinking of spring. 🙂
Paul: Yes indeed, a songbird prayer. Good size-up of what I experienced. And best of all, God was there and I was there to witness.
Nice, I don’t know what it is exactly about bird calls, but they can resonate deeply. I used to be out at dawn a lot. Don’t know my birds, but there was this one call that used to enchant me – very simple, a pair, as I recall, of fairly sustained notes, one higher one lower, that would come at infrequent, stately-sounding intervals. Was like celebration touched with melancholy and somehow sounded to me something like a prayer.
Thanks Kai. I will be tuning in the game from time to time.
Polona: Thanks so much. Yep, I think it is true too.
wonderful, don, and so true!
That is a lovely poem.
watching the super bowl?
Dan: Thanks. Yeah is right. A little birdie told me…