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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

Sunset

Julian Ungar-Sargon March 10, 2010

Do not gaze at the sunset too long...

do not linger more than you have to,

knowing how hypnotic she can be,

for you must face what will happen shortly

so just marvel at the dying of another day.

You will grieve as the last sliver of gold gives way to a

hazy golden glow.. then nothing.

the sharp horizon is so unforgiving!

and we were taught it was only an iluusion!

that horizon of doubt

bein hashmashos

that halachic grey area

that vexed my father in law for decades

and self loss

leaving me now alone without the comfort of her presence,

alone in the twighlight.

Granted she leaves gracefully

almost imperceptibly,

dipping into the mikveh of the ocean

this gift of daylight

is now once again withdrawn

as if she has been dragged down by some unseen force

a hidden hand, a pharoah behind the mythical horizon.

Divine she remains, but now hidden, no longer powerful

her majesty has been compromised by another more

powerful force and in her wake is her demand

that I believe she will rise again tomorrow.

Her consort, the moon however is in full swing

blazing his own path across the darkening sky

yet we know well how dependent he remains upon the sun

despite her apparent absence.

Nevertheless he is capricious and no longer consistent

but dependent upon her monthly whims

waxing and waning like my own disbelief.

Its size reflecting its own heresy

its monthly crisis of faith

like a women's "friend" at times promising fertility

and joy at others, blood and rejection.

In this now almost darkness I must await her return

and find the belief in her willingness to light tomorrow’s

day so my only challenge is to survive the night

and rely aupon the wistful of the moon

So do not linger for too long

gazing at the dying of the sun

break the hypnotic illusion

for your tears will break your faith.

Learn to need the darkness

as the earth spins

and gives all their fare share.

Do not cry for her too long

for this is the very stuff of reality

as is your own dying

your own mortality

as you too will slowly sink behind the illusive horizon of

infinity into the mikveh of the ocean. 

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