From the summit:
“One could say a vision, one could say a plan, one could say a drunken place, where poets despair. One could call it anguish, a schizophrenic dream, maybe a last supper, some said it was easter, or so by date they claimed. I would call it truth, a Passover, a strength in words that maybe I shouldn’t share, but how can I not, for it is home, out of Egypt and at last home.”
You love me, you created me so, to spin what’s difficult in my soul, to crush the shame in all its despair, Adonai, my Adonai you have brought me home. The judgment, that self-judgment that, wants my name, it wants my freedom, all my breath, these things you will not allow it to have. My G_D I do not cry out, as some have done, for here above lightning, in thin air, you change me, you bring me home.
I rest like a homeless man against a skyward overpass. An afterthought of the world that has asked for payment past. The lines upon my forehead match the different paths I cast, and just like a long-lost dream, the angel comes at last in spells the angel comes a craft it comes, and takes me home. We climb through the years of life, some good and some with taste, the after bitter lingering it’s not too much to take. I look back through this journey, my power is lost in stress. And I see the gauntlet just ahead, no Jesus, just the light, and love is taking me home.
Their rest upon the spring flow, just on Deadman’s pass, looking down at Red Feather, the place where my daddy rest. Their breaks a sudden trouble, with wind and lights and all G_D’s ways, with music that makes the dead play, and brings me home.
A moment for a wayward child, turning questions, with thoughts gone wild, is this Easter Sunday, or just a game? A breath of air a simple sigh, a homeward journey, in linear skies, an April blessing shoots in colors across the Colorado sky. Just us here, a spirit claims, just us here now with no religious games, there is no easter, there is no pain, just you and Adonai. Just me and Adonai.
It could be g minor, in four time, a drum kit playing, maybe it’s all in G_Ds game, maybe a lack of oxygen so far up here above. My Adonai at last you have come. And here I rest and touch the timberline, the place of high thin air. A genuine place of lullaby, where witches and darkness, turn to bare, all that is not modest from worlds below, and open place where what is ancient, says this is your place.
And here at home above skyline, my soul is shared between loose lines, and what is heaven is his flame, burned beyond recognition, blessed be, in more than seventy-two names. I rest like a homeless man, against a skyward overpass, that holds my name, and there in my Adonai is home.
“One could say a vision, one could say a plan, one could say a drunken place, where poets despair. One could call it anguish, a schizophrenic dream, maybe a last supper, some said it was Easter, or so by date they claimed. I would call it truth, a Passover, a strength in words that maybe I shouldn’t share, but how can I not, for it is home, out of Egypt and at last home.” – 04.16.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
i love this …it is simply a work of art weaved of somewhere within your soul
May this day Be of many Blessings Daniel
Take Care…You Matter
mary
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Thank you Mary, I do appreciate your lovely comments so.
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There is so much depth in this, I don’t know where to begin. I have cried while reading it, over and over again. It is beautiful.
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Thank you, I am honored this meant that much to you. I really appreciate your kind words.
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Another masterpiece Daniel, perhaps the best yet.
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Thank you so much Lynette. 🙂
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I woke up this morning looking for something besides he has risen, and found this, and thought to myself, at last, something real!
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Thank you. Your very kind. 🙂
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It was beautiful writing. I hope I didn’t sound too snarky!
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Not at all. 🙂
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Daniel, this is your best yet, and I say that often i know, but as someone said above me, this comes from your raw soul.
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Hi Alex. Thank you. Someday maybe more rawer than others. 😉
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Your welcome Daniel. I have a few of those raw days myself. 😉
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Beautiful! ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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This piece of excellent prose, makes me wonder Daniel, what all Hashem has in store for you. I don’t think he is calling your wonderful heart home yet. This was magnificent.
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Thank you Dennis, especially for the encouragement. I could use that right now. 🙂
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Your welcome, all is well on the home front I hope?
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All is well Dennis, thanks for asking.
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“Just us here, a spirit claims, just us here now with no religious games, there is no easter, there is no pain, just you and Adonai. Just me and Adonai.” I can’t add more beauty then that. I have copied and pasted this to my notes, to meditate on.
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Hi Desi, thank you, that means alot to me.
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Your welcome Daniel!
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Yoy sir like David are a man after your GD’s own heart!
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Thank you King, we will see, I’m batting a minus average on some days.
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Still….A step above this man!
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Daniel this is filled with who you are. A wonderful praise to Hashem. I love every word. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather. 🙂
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Beautiful and inspiring, Daniel, and the Don Henley music is a wonderful compliment to your words. Thank you for sharing this writing!! jen
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Thank you Jen. I am a big Don Henley fan, and especially this song. Wishing you a wonderful week ahead my friend.
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This is stunning!
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Hi Raquel. Thank you.
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What a beautiful piece of prose from your heart. I loved it.
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Thank you Delta. 🙂
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