The Solemn Moon

Normally this would be a translation from Yiddish, or an article in Yiddish, but today I'm taking a different tact.

I want to share a poem I wrote deep in the middle of the night, when I shouldn't have been awake, but I was. I got the sensation that this week we have entered a paradigm shift, which I define as an the ineffable moment when everything changes and our brains tell us that everything is the same. It is the moment when only our souls can comprehend because these are spiritual changes in nature.

What these changes are will be borne out in time, but my sense is that we are now reaching the logical end for a life lived online, a life lived in isolation, a life where we consume but don't invest. That is my sense, and my prayer.

The Solemn Moon

Dawn breaks in middle night
The moon shines forth its silver light
A mirror to a hidden star
So close at hand, so dreadfully far

I felt its power, its gentle heart
I woke up anxious with a start
Could it soothe the roaring tide
Which floods my soul, my dreams, my mind?

Let this flow into your depths
Walk up and down the concrete steps
When we move, we are still
It’s not my choice, it is my will

Standing here right by my car
Caked in ash and clothed in tar
Looking up unto the moon
Holding court over this ruin

It strikes me there, it strikes me then
I know how but never when
My life I live for you oh God
I think it quaint, surreal and odd

But then it turns and there I go
From pitch black to radiant glow
Swept away to morning light
Surrender to the blissful night