“Feathers”
A step into technology, a moment without truth, the brilliance of a time and age, wasted on the youth. A time a dream, apostles, they moved around a fire, and settled in painted sand, and bled under the stars. In ghost they moved onward, by whatever they did see, intuitive religion, a prayer held by their deeds. A haunted way of virtue, the things that we can’t see, the foot that moves without a print, needs no technology. Come down from that steep mesa, the one that paints the night, with tears of all the fallen warriors, they did not die from fright. And look into the desert, where tombs you cannot see, alone with your I pads or wireless, electricity outside belief.
“Feathers”
There are feathers falling, laying like carpet in the split of my soul. Indigenous in it, a creature cries, oh what a sound. Pureness, no plastic needed, no wires to be ground., Now, now in this great spirit, crows flying, I would turn seeking, how wonderful to pray and disappear without a sound. Knowing that as you flew, your past met your future unbound. And like a ghost who staked no claim, to heaven, or hells entitlements to a spirit’s claim. Like a floating feather, I will rise all around you, my daily prayer, and forever proclamation understanding divination I’ll be there. No one can fight a ghost prayer.
“Feathers”
It was a dream, at least my Grammy said so, her strawberry bonnet lying lazily on her head. Your glimmer is the Cherokee, but your Jewish so she said. It’s embedded, it’s really something you can’t shed. I turn to her could be I’m grown, I know I’m just like her, could be I’m not yet dead, and she says it’s a dance. And no one knows the reason in these modern times, with holograms, and Instagram’s, those seconds how they fly. But Ghost they last a lifetime, and then on by design, our prayers in needing, they float on till they find. A basic need in its detriment, a painted face, near earth, can’t forget. That Ghost prayers hold the answer, whisper alleluias after, no mission church can fill our answers, like the air under feathers, they float on. They float on.
“Feathers” – 05.15.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Oh Wow Daniel, I am speechless, this is amazing!
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Thank you Ruby, I am humbled by your compliment, and really happy you liked it.
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Your welcome. I do love your writing. 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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I have read this over and over. Well done Daniel, it speaks to me.
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Thanks so much Donna. I am happy you liked it. 🙂
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💙
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Thank you Jenny! 🙂
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Unbelievably raw and beautiful!
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Wow! Thank you Jane.
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I love this Daniel. My favorite of yours to this point. ❤
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Thanks so much Brooke.
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I love the inclusion of your grandmother. This is a spiritual manifesto. I loved it.
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Hi Joette, I was privileged to have great wonderful grandmother’s. My grandparents were spiritual manifestos. Thank you for your comment.
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What a wonderful blessing you had!
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Love this Daniel! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather. 🙂
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I love the intensity in this. Perhaps my favorite line, “In ghost they moved onward, by whatever they did see, intuitive religion, a prayer held by their deeds.”. Please write more. 🙂
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Thank you Karen. 🙂
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This is another beautiful piece Daniel. Keep them coming. xoxo
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Thank you for your kind remark Colette. I’ll try. 😉
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Great prose and in depth feelings expressed here Daniel. I loved this.
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Thank you Jene. 🙂
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This is great writing! Beautifully done!
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Thank you so much. I’M happy you liked it. 🙂
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This is an amazing work. Well done! ❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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I don’t think I can add much to what has already been said here about this piece, except to express, my admiration for the thought that went into creating it. It is brilliant.
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Thank you Baily, and a warm welcome to this blog. 🙂
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This was an interesting read. Loved it
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Thanks Dawn. 🙂
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Your visuals are very strong, I loved every word of this. I am also a big fan of Robbie Robertson, the song fit so well. Shalom.
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Thank you Daria, I am a big fan of Robbie’s as well. Thank you for reading and I am happy you liked it. Shalom to you!
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I am glad I found your blog. I will be back to read more.
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Yeah! 🙂
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Daniel, I was reminded of the verse from Emily Dickinson: ‘Hope is the thing with feathers.’
A great prosaic write.
Please enjoy the rest of the day
~ Dajena 🙂
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Thank you Dajena, especially for the Dickinson, I love how it continues, “that perches in the soul”. Enjoy your day as well! 🙂
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You are welcome Daniel! 🙂
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