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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

Lizensk 2013

jyungar March 4, 2013

Leaving sick in laws

I bring with me the prayers of others,

A burden that relieves me of the guilt of my own faithlessness.

Kvitlech, little chits of names

People's hopes and dreams for a better outcome

Illness poverty suffering

I am the bearer of these chits

And pidyonos

Those dollar bills for the zaddik

For the poor.

Another pilgrimage

Another decade

So many failed attempts at overcoming the ego

The serpentine drives

The needs to leave a mark and trace

Once again

We arrive penniless morally

Bankrupt spiritually

With nothing to show.

Yet this is precisely what draws me to the Zaddik

So far beyond my own moral compass...

Maybe, just maybe, it takes a Zaddik of this calibre

To rescue one like me...

As Rabbeinu stated , this Zaddik, Reb 'Meilech

Was figured in the beggar's tale

Bringing bread to the lost children in the forest.

Only such a Zaddik worries about filling the bellies of children

Before lofty spiritual states,

Maybe he might listen to mug broken life

Like the strings of a broken violin

And hear a melody I cannot

In this failure

This brokenness

I bring him.

via Krakow of course

To pay deference to the Ramoh

Reb Moshe Isserless

And my father

A "Ramoh Yid"

And my beloved grave of the Megale Amukos

(Pi shalosh from the Ari hakadosh)

Who had written "Giuliani Eliyahu" on his tombstone.

this journey

This trip

In the middle of all the tumult,

Medicare, Obama, EMR, etc...

The lived life

In the middle of it all.....

Paradoxically this seems appropriate

A counter balance to the false pursuits

That plague me...

Reorienting me

To the reality

Of life and aging

Of simplicity

And connection to all those

Who suffer the awareness

Of how precious this all is...

And how fragile and fleeting.

Here I see and feel the truth

And the, lived presence of life

The good and the bad

The glory and the darkness

The light and the inner snake.

The Zaddik and the Nazi officer

Who in 1941 insisted on opening his grave

Looking for gold.

I am coming closer to his living presence

To rescue my failed life.

And bring him the chits of others who entrusted me with

Their woes and hopes.

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