Roadside Souls

“The praises of a man are that he did not follow the counsel of the wicked, neither did he stand in the way of sinners nor sit in the way of sinners nor sit in the company of scorners. But his desire is in the law of the Lord, and in his law, he meditates day and night. He shall be as a tree planted beside rivulets of water, which brings forth its fruit in its season, and its leaves do not wilt; and whatever he does prospers. Not so the wicked, but they are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore, the wicked shall not stand up in judgment, nor shall the sinners in the congregation of the righteous. For the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish”.
Psalm I

Somewhere in Colorado on U.S. 50

Fall this prodigious open night; keep dropping, thy great dark curtains wide. Inclosing this abandoned road, this lane of loneliness, fall now shy daemons, left and right, darkened with your errant light. What lies so barren, between my eyes, what doors are open, what lies so quiet, here by this corridor under moonlight? The patched top pavement where patterns glare, pointing to roadside, the dark tree is there, as if a corpse upon this plain, without a leaf its sap decayed its limbs in grief. Bob Segers notes and raspy odes would not begin to set the scene of what arrives here near this tree, this light of Babylon this unholy see. It is a highway in the dark, a sliver of moon that dices my heart. I stop when nothing is around, to go and turn off my headlights, they die without a sound.

Oh grant me composure on this I pray, as the circles of hot wind comes near my face, the tree so near me it takes some shape, that of giants from hells own gate. There seems a question, that I should ask, or some password, that would let me pass. May be a doorway into its way, and further on maybe a cave. For sure, I read upon a time, that Luz is waiting on the other side. Or, it could be a desert opened wide. What do you want I say inside looking around for a sign of life, but nothing happens, at least from sight of common origin, that will not fright.

Instead, a voice, inside my head, it could have been thought, of things I dread, it opened dialogue from by the tree, upon this night by U.S. 50.

“Tell me contrary to all I ask”, said something withering from life gone past. “Give me the opposite of all I say, this is your challenge to pass by this way”. I tried to reason within myself could this be Lucifer, or my own self. Had I gone mad out here away, without the confines of rules to obey? I had no time, as the night closed in, and the roadside went out within, the voice it intoned a game to play, and it was too late then to drive away.

The words flew fast then as words do, with syllables clashing, in darkened hue. It said,

“What of your origin”, I said, “your past”. It said “your future”, I said G_Ds plans. It spoke of opera, I spoke of blues, it mentioned Bocelli, and I hummed “Howlin Wolf“. It said, “Your soul”, I said, “depends”, its shape was shivering, so I said, “Psalms one, all verses are within”. The conversation lasted past a quarter of three, no lights on the highway, no birds in the tree, and the ground was still but not so the sky, for it seems my answers had pleased something high.

For just a moment, there was a split in the night sky, a moonbeam shot downward, and illuminated my eye, and I saw before me the tree now a stump. The souls of the roadside flying up. A release had occurred, for why I know not, could be an illusion, you decide if it happened or not. Yes, you decide if it happened or not. 03.10.2018 – דניאל

51 thoughts on “Roadside Souls

  1. This was a great story Daniel, one of my favorites and there are many that you have written. loved the music as well, can’t get it out of my head. ❤


  2. My dear “Howlin Wolf”, at the moon you bay your prose.
    We are the moon, I a man in it. A person who likes your clever, sincere and metered words.
    Thank you, Daniel!


  3. I had not heard of “Howlin Wolf” before this wonderful piece of prose my young friend. You continue to enlighten me in so many good ways. Please keep it up. Bill


      • I apologize for my absence my young friend, I have been under the weather as of late. I have taken the time while on my back to listen to “Howlin Wolf”, and I have become a great fan, and I thank you for that. Wishing you well my friend and looking forward to your next post. Bill


  4. My brother Daniel, this is a captivating piece, that once again you have brought a smile to my heart with, reminding me of this journey that we travel together is one that is winnable each mile we walk, or drive as the case may be. 😉 Shalom, Den


      • You with your mind and I with my heart could be somewhat of an OZ team. 🙂 Bless you my brother on this day, I am looking forward to your next entry.


  5. Another very enjoyable piece Daniel. I enjoy the wit, especially the challenge between music types, and what was once a tree in the end the real fear has already been vanquished, and is a stump. Well done once again my friend!


    • Hi Jerri, thank you for reading and commenting and asking the question, which I probably don’t have a very good answer for. 😉 I usually just free write, what ever comes to my mind, I just take off on. I am usually just listening to music and something strikes me, and off I go. 😉


  6. I really enjoy your work Daniel, and I find pieces such as this one, not only interesting to read but full of tidbits of wisdom, that I like to take and fit into my own life. I struggle on a daily basis with issues of faith and when I read something you right that I can identify with such as this it is helpful to remind myself, that it is within my heart that is good, that I can overcome my back and forth with evil. As many others have said. Thank you.


    • Hi Wang, you always give me such wonderful comments, and I really feel blessed by them. Just know, that you are not alone, and it’s those who don’t struggle with questions of faith that I worry about. 😉


  7. Loved this Daniel, your words “The words flew fast then as words do, with syllables clashing, in darkened hue” kept going through my mind as I listened to “Me and the Devil”, the beat was perfect for your prose. ❤ ❤ ❤


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