Hunting Angels


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“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.” – Tennessee Williams

“I probably listened to Black Sabbath more than was healthy for me growing up”. – D.S.

It was Autumn suddenly, without pause or even time to change, one wondered at its difference inside, one wondered why it came. For it seemed as the leaves changed so did I, as the sun tilted a slight way, different shadows came to play. Long shadows somber and without sway. The angels that had been there through spring and summer, had left, they had fallen. I waited but a bit for them to return, but they did not, so in my mind I formed an adventure to find them. For although it was fall winter would someday come, and I wished not to be without them.

Up near the blue sky where October would come, a stranger kind of blue sky then that summer one. A learning from the jet stream that Holy, Holy one, that breathes into your mind, and ask “what is it that you have won”? In springtime were the angels they danced around the sun, they whispered special spells of magic until the night was done. In drunken special spectacles they rose upon the day and dared the Lord of harvest to stay out of their way. In youth they formed a circle and chanted to the sky, even though you find us naked, we will not be shy. For life is fun and special the answer to our whys. What is the use of having wings if you never get high and fly.

In summer time when most worked the angels stayed in play, they listened to “Black Sabbath” and drunk cheap wine all day. Upon a rare occasion one of them would say, lets be like this forever, no one better get in our way. For power was a motivator, and the lie has no shame, when it is done as habit, with the truth hidden away. With many days upon us, why should we dread the shade, that, that brings the harvest, brings life and all we asked for, we will not be afraid.

It was Autumn suddenly, without pause or even time to change, and life had been granted and the angels went away. I cried aloud to the past spring and summer to release the winged spirits, for just one more day. The Lord of the Harvest answered, and this he had to say, those angels you are hunting are turning gray. Though they have been a spectacle between youth, and the mid of day, they will learn the mix of mystery, here as they near the end of the day.

So, I thought upon the matter, I thought upon the sum, and I thought it best to leave the angels, and not to hunt a one. For the blue sky of October, a stranger sky had come, and a winter would soon follow and then I would be done. -10.01.2018 – דָנִיֵּאל

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62 thoughts on “Hunting Angels

  1. Dear Daniel,
    Beautiful, full of mystery, and the line I love more than any, is “Up near the blue sky where October would come, a stranger kind of blue sky then that summer one. A learning from the jet stream that Holy, Holy one, that breathes into your mind, and ask “what is it that you have won”? ” Once again well done. ❤ Ruby

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  2. If I was not already hooked after the fist two quotes, and the mention of Black Sabbath, I would be soon enough. A great piece of writing for those of us who followed “Black Sabbath” and those strange angels in our earlier years. 😉

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  3. Brother, the depth of this piece is unmeasurable. It reads like wisdom, a song from Solomon himself. Well done. As always best wishes, Den

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  4. I read this several times Daniel. Found it almost spooky, not sure why. Love your visual prose. I could see the angels without care, asking for life and then getting it, and finding out life has limitations. This might not be your intended meaning but it’s what I received. ❤

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  5. Bravo Daniel, haunting as ever, much perhaps as if an ageing rocker would look at his or her life. Thank you once again for the best in-depth look at life and the soul as only you deliver. ❤

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  6. Yes, the path is defined. Love is a remind. Fun was the chime.
    Now autumn arrives, and summer was a fab meal that is now devoured. Think I’ll go outside with the angels for an after dinner smoke!
    Oh, and I hang with the angels who drink medium priced wine!!! 😀 😀
    The gown progresses. It is about 1/3 done. 😀

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    • Hi Resa, Very excited about the gown my friend. I have been so behind with work and just life I forget I need to get on here and respond sometimes. I could see you doing an after dinner smoke, just thinking the smoke would have a somewhat Bohemian aroma to it. ‘) Thanks as always for your wonderful comment.

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    • Hi Erin, Thank you for your wonderful comment. The last part of it got to me, in what kind of angels we interact with. With your permission, I think there is a post in there somewhere. My apologies for taking so long to reply, work has had me behind.

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