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Prayer of the Survivor

Julian Ungar-Sargon December 23, 2007

Rabbi Nachman's foremost disciple and scribe, Reb

Noson, explains: "When the verse states 'ein ode milvado,'

it means to say that nothing exists but God. Above and

below, in heaven and on earth, everything is absolutely

naught and without substance - although this is impossible

to explain, but can only be grasped according to the

intuition of each person" (Likkutei Halakhos, Matnas

Sh'chiv me-Ra' 2:2).

Lord,

It is difficult

After all that's happened,

to hold on

To that experience of closeness to You

I had in the ICU

Life becomes ordinary

The grandfather clock keeps on chiming in my living room

And the morning mist returns each day now that it's

autumn round the corner

And selichos weather is about to descend with its early

chill as I leave the front door for shul.

But it cannot be the same

I have seen the angel of death

He looks like the front of a semi, in my car seat!

And my cracked ribs and shortness of breath

And persistent sleepless nights attest to his mark…

I have also experienced Your grace

And Your helping hand

And the kindness of your creatures the compassion of

your nurses and aides

All those who helped me

My children surrounding my bed

My wife and all my friends and well wishers

The prayers of the community and patients.

So how to live on after all this...

The feeling of bliss inside the pain

The knowledge of being alive in the haze of morphine

The sense of Your presence and privilege of having

survived

This ordeal

What now.

My Tikkun Chazot

My daveing

My immersion

The Tikkun Klali

The Hitbodedut

Uman

Those rituals that assisted me in purification

From a life steeped in the flesh

To loosen and jog and separate

Make a little space for another sensibility

Open the soul to the void and the silence

What becomes of them

Now that I have seen the 'other side'

And have come so close to death.

Where do I go now

That is my question



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