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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

In The Bosom of God

Julian Ungar-Sargon October 22, 2006

After that our father Abraham had seen, and pondered

over, investigated, and understood these things, he

designed, engraved, and composed them, and received

them into his power (hands). Then the Lord of all appeared

unto him, took him to His bosom, and kissed his head, and

naming him after his own name, called him his friend; and

as it is written, completed a covenant with him and with his

seed forever, who then believed on God, the

Tetragrammaton, and it was imputed to him for

righteousness.

Sefer Yestira Chapter 6 Mishna 4

Into the Bosom of God

God taking Abraham into His bosom and kissing his

forehead and calling His beloved

What does it take?

An Abraham of course!

But he included us Abraham's descendents forever into

His bosom.

That is the covenant the Brit.

To be enveloped near the heart so close one can hear it

beating

To be enveloped with both arms; the right signifying

unconditional healing, the left a stricter yet caring love.

Held close until the breath gets short

Feeling the intensity of desire of the Father/parent.

Tears begin to flow

So this is what we were searching for, for so long

Filling our hearts with every kind of substitution including

work food drink

Rage false loves and desire

Only to find out that in the surrender the arms were waiting

all along

The bosom opens warm and receptive

And the breath full.

Sobbing for all the pain caused others

All the selfish pride and arrogance

All the denial and self delusions along the way

Too late for most

Many still smarting from the damage done years ago

Children in therapy for the demands to fulfill some ethereal

notion of success.

Parents harboring pain for abandonment at critical

junctures when needed

Absent for siblings emotionally

The litany continues on and on,

Heaving cries for a wasted life

Spent in illusion, missing the point

Chasing the life style not the content

The trappings of wealth and culture

Even the pursuit of academic credentials for other ends

Not an end in itself

The defiling of religious virtue and praxis

To impress others to impress period

But in the end not fooling oneself

The dark nights tell all

The restless awakenings

The legs keep moving though the body is still

The mind keeps racing

The thoughts never end with no peace…

As a child of Abraham

Whose grandfather was Ellis Abraham

Whose grandson is Abraham Menashe

Who’s added name is Abraham born out of the current

trauma

Four generations no doubt more ancestors as seen in the

cemetery in Cochin

Surely we too have the right as his descendants

To make claims

To beg being taken I

Into the bosom of God!

Avinu Malkeinu.

May this child of God grow to fix things

His ancestors as yet were unable to accomplish

What a weight upon those little shoulders!

But that is the price he pays

Another Akeidat Yitzchak

The altar of expectations this time

Poor thing.

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