I went into a cornfield on a sunny brilliant day, when it was my time to die and it was 100 degrees that day. I asked there for an angel, a cool drop on my tongue, instead I received a question, with its answer to be sung, so here it’s sung, to you, here it’s sung.
Who worships breathing idols, who takes ideology so? Who thinks themselves unbreakable with what seeds one has sowed? Who enters unto doorways, built just yesterday, who makes one an apostle, in a political way? Who finds their answer in a tavern, at three A.M., when the last cover last played, is Rod Stewart’s “Maggie May“? What human lives forever, within your spirit are you that deceived? What money minds your secrets, what lust trolls your deeds, what desperateness, leaves you demanding to take all of G_D’s control? The questions oh the questions, the philosophy in modern weed. A plastic imitation, with a herbal born deceit. Second unto second, our heroes in defeat, what we think of as immortal is clay before G_D’s feet.
For here I arrive in human harvest, and march into the heat. Row upon row of corn husk, bake in praise repeat. They sing unto creation, their song I cannot keep. I let you know that in this world G_D reveals at 100 degrees. Her love is in a beggar, a child with crooked feet. I’ve seen Adonai of all formation a whore of beauty, spreading legs for monetary relief. It is in no conversation, it knows of no elite, for philosophy of all the ages, knows not of what love receives. For in this culture that we live in, round and round it goes. There is no risen savior except in pains defeat. No union of a fairness, no left nor right indignity. Human hearts barely beating in agony before belief.
Who comes into the circle, the acreage that knows no cold. The bending twisting ring of fire, where a spirt seeks to console. What sort looks for a miracle in the cornfields of a soul. Where it’s 100 degrees of pain, will you let your ego go? Will you burn your face with holy fire, from the heavens you don’t control? Will you die, truly die? Come down, come down every yearning. Lover know what you know. Here in this place, the most unexpected place, a field of corn helps me know. You are in natural places, the hurt that does not know, the most unexpected graces in heat where corn is sown. Where corn is sown.
I went into a cornfield on a sunny brilliant day, when it was my time to live and it was 100 degrees that day. I asked there for an angel, a cool drop on my tongue, instead I received a question, with its answer to be sung, so here it’s sung, to you, here it’s sung. – 07.28.2018 – דָנִיֵּאל
Amazing, I love this! ❤
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Thank you Raquel. I am happy you liked this. 🙂
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Always enjoy your post Daniel. 🙂
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Dear Daniel, it does not get better than your final paragraph. You have outdone yourself. 😉 “I went into a cornfield on a sunny brilliant day, when it was my time to live and it was 100 degrees that day. I asked there for an angel, a cool drop on my tongue, instead I received a question, with its answer to be sung, so here it’s sung, to you, here it’s sung. ” ❤ Ruby
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Hi Ruby, thank you. So many questions, so little time. 😉 As always I appreciate your kind words.
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Dear Daniel, time is on your side. 😉 ❤
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Good I could use it, thank you for that my friend.
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Anytime dear Daniel! 🙂
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This is beautiful, wonderful, soul searching and breath taking at the same time. Thank you Daniel. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather, I do appreciate your kind words. I am thinking this might be it for the introspective pieces for awhile, need to lighten up. 😉 Of course I might change my mind.
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Really I find the most light at the end of your introspective thoughts penned. No negative downside at all IMHO.
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Great verbiage my friend! 🙂
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Thank you Stafford. Appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Anytime, happy to do so! 🙂
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Really wonderful deep piece Daniel. It is still swirling in my mind.
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Thank you Jane. I am grateful that you took the time to read and comment. Wishing you a wonderful week ahead.
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Daniel this is a precious writing, as so many of your writings are. Your soul is on full display. I gained so much from this. Thank you. ❤
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Thank you Lauren. What you wrote means much to me. Sometimes you put your soul on display, in writing, and hope you didn’t cross a line. When somebody tells you they gained from it, you know its okay. 😉
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A herbal born deceit leaves no cool drop on my tongue.Yet, my tongue is a maiden bearing ears of corn. Who now is forlorn?
There is no cold, there is no heat. There is a song without corn, a song of death and rebirth. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a27rORA-I7U So, it is every harvest.
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Heh, I like your corn prose Resa, as long as it doesn’t get into that “Children of the Corn” area. 😉 Love the video and song, thank you my friend.
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I think “Children of the Corn” is a movie? Whatever it is, I have not seen it. So, no children, just corn! LOL! 😀
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There were fields of corn near where I grew up. I used to play in them in the hot, hot summer. Every word you wrote made a lot of sense to me my young friend. 😉 Bill
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Great words Daniel, favorite phrase, “I let you know that in this world G_D reveals at 100 degrees. Her love is in a beggar, a child with crooked feet” Fantastic music as well, loved the video.
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Amen dear brother amen. Shavua tov. Den
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Wonderful poetry Daniel, with meaning that for me attributes the importance of something greater than ourselves being in charge. Faith is a good part of life. Thank you. 💛
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Some wonderful writing here Daniel, makes me long for a cool glass of water. 😉
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The sweet taste of summer corn in the heat has always been refreshing to me. A great write Daniel, with many hidden meanings and proverbs that we all can learn from.
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❤ this, you write such deep and beautiful prose!
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Another one from your magical hand that I am not likely to soon forget. 😉
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Daniel, I learn so much from your prose. The truth exposed from reading between the beautiful lines that you write is incredible. I loved the Cornfield. ❤
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Hi Daniel, I missed this piece over the weekend, and just now ran across it this morning. After the events of the weekend in my personal life perhaps there was a reason for this. I am not sure if I was ready for some of the wisdom your words hold until today. Thank you. ❤
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❤ this!
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