Authors Note: I have only asked this before, once. If you start the unbelievable music below by Philip Glass, before you read, that which is sewn together by mystery and the sirens gasp. If that you start before you read “by the hours” then you too, will know, you will know!
“Every extraordinary occurrence unsettles the heads of hundreds of thousands of men for a few moments or hours or days.” – Mark Twain
By the hours when the flesh dies to knowledge, hands so carefully placed to feel, transferring faith on cold stones of remembering only good thoughts, while some are still sealed. In the dark here a boy on stone so cold, I see them move. Oh, they transfuse. In the dark, keepers are sleeping, staying quietly, air up above, angels of “El” meet phantoms of love. By the hours, when equity meets love, thought is, thinking thought is! And it meets conditions, hallelujah, alleluia, and all is thought, by the hours, as Samael moves in notes, by stanzas look around, behind you with such a spirit, does that feeling move, is it without a sound. Oh, you will see even while the day comes, the next day, with tides, decreed by G_D she moves. And the times by numbers, for you who can see, beyond me, the picture is all beyond me, for I am everything, I am nothing, by the hours, oh spirit that dwells so ingrained in all that is you, that which is strange, not by man, your eternal light unto me.
By the hours, great seconds, by the clocks man made, under nourished man, oh knowledge, you cannot fathom, where great giants do lay. A quiet space, beyond the sun’s rays, when air is suspended, upon the grave. Oh, perpetual feeling, all that, that is against nothing, the final escape. Into thy places, the dare that goes alone, and I without known beauty, into your secrets there my so long forsaken grave, that great kingdom, next to your seraphim, by the hours in their mystery I find my home. Such is this place, I have never known. A wonder still I must know.
By the hours in language, unspoken, but yet still alone, where phantoms, bestow wisdom, they give unto others, now unto me it’s finally shown. And this in life is mystery, as in death it is by angels bemoaned, that earth in her time is a beauty, as in your breath, all wonder bestowed, and by the hours there are favors, that each second this gift is grown. For G_D does not judge that which is compassion, that given, that by the hours which you do own! In life do not let it go, for in death, by the hours, you will not ever go! You will not ever go! – 07.23.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Daniel Swearingen 
Unbelievable, cold chills running up and down me, and I will re-read and re-read!
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Thank you Deb, no better words could a writer ever read. Made my day. 🙂
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Your prose is chilling here, ethereal spoken beyond the unknown. Great great, writing.
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Hi Elizabeth, Thank you for your comment, I really appreciate the compliment.
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Your welcome. 🙂
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I so love this, willing to state here on word press my consciousness mind does not get it but my spirit does. 🙂
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Ha, I think you get more than your letting on. Thank you for your wonderful comment Krissie.
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😉 Your welcome.
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❤ every word Daniel, my favorite line, “For G_D does not judge that which is compassion, that given, that by the hours which you do own! In life do not let it go, for in death, by the hours, you will not ever go! You will not ever go!” I won’t forget that soon.
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Hi Tatiana, For me compassion and gratitude go hand in hand, compassion to be received and carried on and gratitude to be returned and blessed upon which compassion was received. thank you for your comment.
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Really startling to me what you see and write, but never disappointing. 😉
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Thank you friend Darrin, at least you said startling not disturbing. 😉 I always appreciate your kind comments.
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The best work so far Daniel, and all of it is beyond great. For some reason the following line tags me, “By the hours when the flesh dies to knowledge, hands so carefully placed to feel, transferring faith on cold stones of remembering only good thoughts, while some are still sealed.” 🙂
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Thank you Destiny, for me when flesh dies to knowledge immortality begins, perhaps a little far fetched, but may be not. As always thank you commenting. Daniel
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Beautiful ❤❤❤
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Hi Ruby, I always look forward to you commenting. I am happy as always that you enjoy my writing. 🙂
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I thank you Daniel for providing so many hours of wonderful reading for myself. 🙂 ❤
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This is a fabulous write Daniel. The words speak so well to the hours of life, and death, much to think about as I read it.
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Dear Sarah, Thank you. I prefer the hours of life, but who knows the hours of death probably hold more. 😉 As always thank you for your comment.
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As always you give a great line or many to chew on. 😉
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Thank you Sid, I had to smile at your comment. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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I hope all is going well Daniel, I haven’t seen you on for a while. Your prose here is another thinker for me, making me appreciate not only the current hours but each hopefully to come.
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Hi friend Ryan, I am here, just not present like I would like to be, thank you dear friend for your kind comment, wishing you a wonderful week in West Virginia. 🙂
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You are more than welcome my brother, the week is hot here, hopefully cooler for you in your beautiful high country.
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Daniel, I found this to be one of your works that touches me in the most sentimental way. So much stress for me over the past year, and it has become easy to lose sight of what is important as I travel this journey. Your words brought it home to me again and again, that breath is a gift, and needs to be used wisely, and joyfully. Thank you. B-
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Hi Blaire, I was saddened to read that the past year has been one of stress for you, I do hope things are better for you now. Your comment made my day. Thank you so much. Daniel
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“By the Hours” is somber, thoughtful, and another great post from you Daniel. Keep them coming! 🙂
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Thank you friend Wang. Your comment is always looked forward to. 🙂
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Your welcome friend, I always look forward to your writing! This is one of your best, has stuck with me for a while.
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So many great lines in “By the Hours”, but if I have to choose, the following just was genius, “And the times by numbers, for you who can see, beyond me, the picture is all beyond me, for I am everything, I am nothing, by the hours, oh spirit that dwells so ingrained in all that is you, that which is strange, not by man, your eternal light unto me.” ❤
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Dear Delta, thank you, I am happy you enjoyed this, and I always appreciate your comments. 🙂
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Beautiful flowing mystical words Daniel. Food for the soul!
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Thank you Laura, I like the term “Food for the Soul”, its probably the hungriest part of our immortality. 😉
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I’m hoping this finds you doing well my young friend, I haven’t seen any reply’s for a while now, but was very satisfied to see this latest endeavor of yours. “By the Hours” speaks to the very essence of what many a spiritual scholar has tried to relay to the masses over the many centuries this planet has been spinning round. Life is short live it to its fullness and enjoy the compassion that the good lord’s mercy has bestowed upon us all. Well done Daniel!
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Hi brother, I am here, alive and well, I just have a new job well maybe a month old,now, that is taking up much of my time commuting, and managing. 😉 As always I appreciate your wisdom and wonderful comments Bill. Your words of wisdom above are appreciated. Daniel
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Daniel, my young friend, certainly sounds like your busy these days. Never fear, this old man is patient and will wait on anticipating each and every new word that you continue to write. Best of luck in your new employment.
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Hi Daniel, I too join other readers in hoping all is well, as I haven’t seen any replies lately. This post was amazing, the content written in that beautiful surreal breath taking way that you do so well. Thank you as always for a wonderful read.
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Hi Lynette, thank you for missing me, I am doing well just having to get used to a new job, and get priorities in line. 😉 Thank you as always for reading and adding your wonderful voice to this dialogue.
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My writing brother, this is a masterpiece, as most are. The words flow into my spirit, and I will join you and all others who wish, in living by the hour in the wonderful compassion of our GD! Wishing you a great week ahead. Shavua tov, Den
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Dear Dennis, Shalom, shalom my brother. His mercy endureth forever. Thank you as always for reminding me, and I will join you. Wishing you a great week!
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Sweetly sobering, not sad, the melancholy grows as I read, the music my companion in compassion.
I read this twice, both times to the music. The first time the music was loud. The second time, I set it softer. Both experiences were different, and rewarding.
The image you created is perfect for this piece. Is the boy from a picture of you when you were young?
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Hi Resa, no the picture is of an actual tombstone, I thought it was incredible in its detail. Thank you as always my friend for commenting. You should know that another Whitby lady is soon to find you. I think you’ll like her style, Spanish lace I think she wears. 😉
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Looking forward!
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It’s done!
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I am amazed at your writing. The depth involved and your style is incredible. 🙂
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Thank you so much Tatiana, I appreciate your reading and kind words.
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