without doors closed
hearts exposed now,
Life spilling its possibilities now,
glimpsed just this once
til another movement begins
as each subsequent one passes,
and more Lives unfold
(struggle that it is…
appreciating surviving the All,
totality of acknowledging what must be ritualized,
bitter and sweeter fruit passed on
ripe from the Talmudic Traditions of a People,
the wine of centuries
pouring prayers and tears)
today completes a man’s cycle,
born into
and born into again,
the well-meaning of Energies
leading to a climax, a Death,
and then a Life, becoming
my father passed clueless to this progression
yet intuitively recognized the direction,
just as rivers build oceans
my father has entered the Ocean
that branched forth from Everything,
that touched Everywhere
that touched everyone
on this day of Renewal,
pictures of his Three-day Eternity fill my heart,
my heart-his heart,
one immersed into polyrhythms
the other has been emptied of,
our son-father hearts pondering eternity
until reaching this abyss of Now,
resolving memory-pains that mattered
while focusing on this Ride
revisiting sixty-five sunsets
the first day unveils a Saturday of hope, a miracle of Shabbat, Blessings hold on and the Sunshine of rebirth welcomes
the second is a Sunday trial, the harboring of tears, the swallowing and the scrutiny of Death, a naked day painful in preparedness, demanding every nth of Energy to bolster internal flood gates to maintain the breath throughout this struggle
and until the third day, his first day of Eternity, my Father now grasps it all and lets it all go all at once, the forces, all of them, inside or external no matter, for Life to Death to Life is never more certain nor more perfect on this third day of Passing
yes Albert, Man of Humble Skies,
I appreciate you at last,
a bountiful man trapped inside some poor excuse for this glass bubble
labeled "the world"
and here at my Sister’s House
these three days have consummated
again with the Sweetness of Time,
while we strivers,
your survivors,
God’s Ocean Floaters,
sit pensively
here on these oak benches
filled with the Love and Loyalty that you showed us
then today I sing your praises and ask for Eternal Memory!
Hear me O Israel:
Oh wide open Song of “Always,”
Hineni Avraham,
my Father!
5/28/73
Paterson