Murmur of Angels


He heard the murmur of angels, as the shot entered his head, from predestination, from the order we all dread, and what with all our questions of why, we enter dead, perhaps the murmur of angels, is all that need be said. A thousand boots they echo on a dark forest floor, with swords and certain weapons, a reason for war. A question of the ages what’s worth dying for, a life in some short cycle, and then breath, breathes no more. A diamond or a woman, a dollar or a crown, some die throwing proverbs, some succumb without a sound, yet the murmur of angels lays constant in four by two. In parsec by league circumference, someday they speak to you. The dead or the living, they know which to choose, for the righteous of a calling, they sing and murmur too.

A baby with a tumor, a man without a clue, a body filled with heroin, just surviving to buzz on through. A ghost he stands on winter grounds frozen beyond blue, in envy of all he sees the angels flying through. A claim they come from upper worlds, in truth its lower too. Eschatological words of time, cannot stop them when they fly, falling spinning, just to dive, to enter worlds they most despise, just to sing a murmured song to you. Summon ye of innocence, claim you of a power, but the deed of death it comes to most when G_D ward takes the power. The list of all you worship here in thought word and deed, cannot detour the murmur chant, when that G_D decrees. And when it falls, like the same, of rain a tide most gentle or in flame, know it now or know the same a murmur comes indeed.

She heard the murmur of angels, as her cells they flamed, as a witch she heard her accusations, as the song eternal came. A cry a scream for most unseen, an inner humming in self esteemed.  For such a time from past before, to time we now can see, the murmur of angels is bonded destiny. And if we hold our heads to sky the killer we won’t see. For flash and sighs and gentleness a rush like love when it is blessed, a way, a light, a song known best, it murmurs to us free, it murmurs to us free.

Eschatological words of time, cannot stop them when they fly, falling spinning, just to dive, to enter worlds they most despise, just to sing a murmured song to you. – 06.18.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל

For the families of the dead in Charleston, South Carolina tonight.– 06.18.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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9 thoughts on “Murmur of Angels

    • Thank you so much Vicki, for your comment. It’s a crazy world and we all have an end out there some shorter than others. I think it’s great that just at that moment and beyond something wonderful awaits. Thanks again. 🙂

    • Thank you so much Anne Marie, and thank you for linking to this piece, with your own fine writing. Hatred we seem to always have with us, but something always better comes. Bless those people who are experiencing the pain at hand, the balance is always our love for strangers and neighbor alike. 🙂

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  2. There are no words to express my sorrow over Charleston. What can the world think of America with all these senseless acts of violence? I myself am at a loss for words, but yours fit the emotions.

    • Thank you Beth, for your comment and reading, it is a sad time, and it seems there are far to many sad times. I for one look forward to the balance we all bring because we care. Anne Marie’s post was so well put today. I will be over to check out your site shortly, and am looking forward to it. Shalom.

  3. A wonderful tribute! You have a good heart, Daniel.
    You know, its always hard to click “like” on these types of posts…. but I like to support the good, and you are there!

    • Thank you Resa, I know you have a good heart too. (Thus our friendship) 🙂 I know what you mean it’s so hard to like certain things, because of the tragedy, behind the words. Thanks for reading and your comment.

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