Sunrise Whispers

Sunrise whispers atop the sleepy knoll.
An embrace we glimpse in the still morning air.
Sad you say, so little control.
Ardent travelers, through life we stroll.
From one day to the next I make my way.

Deeper places these whispers bring.
Clouds like islands in the sky,
And to them, I try my best to cling.
For just a while longer I wish to sing.
More sunrise whispers before I die.

Each day its share of light and dark,
And so much more in between.
Lasting memories sunrise colors spark.
From life, indeed death does embark,
And from embattled cells, cancer grows.

Without fanfare, or desperate provocation
By the frosted window, I sit watching
This morning’s holy creation.
And in my heart lies undying adoration
At the way sunrise whispers its sweet melodies.


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:

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