it slips away…life
between our fingers
over our laughs, cries
even our adventures
just when you think you have it
everything changes, and
there you are naked, wondering
left hanging by a thread
this is nothing new
despite some folks’ protestation
it’s always been the same
only the names change, which doesn’t matter
you will arise tomorrow
everything that was
still will be in your deepest place
hanging by a thread
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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9 thoughts on “Hanging On”
Floots: Thank God you check back. How funny!
Polona: Thanks. You know this Floots has me questioning the grounds of my reality (or maybe that is my coffee.)
well done, don!
the former obviously 🙂 🙂
Pat: I agree. Thanks. Hope you’re well.
Sometimes its a big thread and defies being cut. Good one Don!
Thanks Andrew, Dan and Floots.
Floots: Did you mean the Developing Arctic Modelling and Observing Capabilities for Longterm Environmental Studies (Europe) or the Greek courtier to Dionysius by the name? LOL
our own private damocles perhaps