No Use Hiding in the Darkness

At times we dwell
Where darkness falls and lingers
Places into which our hearts tumble
Like a ball bouncing down the cellar steps

We go there more willingly
Than our self-pity allows us to admit
At times, as easily as our breath erases
All signs of yesterday

Death is one thing—moving on, making room
For new things to be born
It’s a mistake for any of us
To think we’re too good to die

And it’s a mistake to believe
We can escape the inevitable
Hiding in the cellar or attic
Or any dark place in our lives

We fill our lives with action, words, other things
Even the best can’t stop the gift inside us
From moving on, transcending us
Returning always to its giver

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography 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. Contact Information Kosmos Consulting and Research website:  Visual Advantage Photography website: Flickr Photo Page here: Contact Don Iannone by email:

7 thoughts on “No Use Hiding in the Darkness”

  1. Beautiful and very timely. My grandmother believed in living each day as if It were the last. If you love someone, Tell them. Never let the sun go down on a quarrel. I have lived my life by her wisdom.

  2. Thanks Borut: So true. Thanks for the wisdom bits.

    Andrew: Thanks so much. I was in Sallisaw for a meeting with Memorial Hospital there — my client is the Cherokee Nation. Next time, maybe?

  3. so well said! the title says it all.
    (so you came to my neck of the woods. If I had known, I would have loved to come over and see you – Sallisaw isn’t far from me. What brought you there?)

  4. A lot to think about, Don! … Yes, the bests parts of ourselves go on, transcending, I suppose, like the man walking towards the sun, whether we know it or not… The less fortunate ones fall behind, like shadows that they are… A piece of Eastern wisdom says: ‘Die before your death’ – to the world of shadows, that is…!?:)

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