all we have at times
our recollections, harvests
even our forfeitures–
what we give in penance
what we sought and forgot
longed for, abandoned
takeaways from life, both lived
and dreamed in withdrawal
small things, less than expected
tokens for real rewards
sometimes much larger, even profound
like the mystery of a sunset
loose change in our pockets
scraps left on a dinner plate
barely enough keeping us alive
not enough to die for
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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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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