An Uncertain Certainty

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You were there. You stood next to me, our fingers intertwined staring at the masses. It was Friday night and the plaza was packed. My eyes were closed and I was slowly rocking back and forth, unconsciously giving thanks for having been given the song of my heart.

We were 15, we were twenty, we were 50 and then we were 80. I saw it all. I saw us alone.I saw us together. I saw our children and I saw our grandchildren. We stood together and shared those moments in time. Single, married, children, Bar Mitzvahs, weddings, grandchildren and then we were gone.

It was just myself and the wall. Just myself at the Kotel, head resting against the stone, alone in the night and lost in the thoughts that we think.

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I have been dreaming of the children of Jerusalem and broken promises.  I have been lost in moments that once were or could have been, wondering what it means, if it means anything at all.

Because you were there. You, the song of heart who no longer sings her song to me were there. You who once promised to walk with me wherever it was we chose to walk are there no longer.

You have gone away and left me alone…and apart.

You who helped me to remember that love burns and that two are more than one….is gone.

*****

But though you have left me you are not really gone. You have never quite left. I still see you. I still feel you….and I know.

I know that the ache is not mine alone. I know that the absence of your presence is a pain that we share for you know the loss of mine as well. Your stubborn nature won’t permit you to admit it or to ask for shelter in my arms. You won’t let yourself admit that you feel what you feel.

But I know things. I know things about you. I know things about me. I know things about us.

*****

It is an uncertain certainty…this feeling of mine. I don’t have to see you, the song of my heart, to hear you singing our song again. I don’t know if you are conscious of it or aware that it is happening…but it is.

I know these things because I feel them in the places that have been both full and empty. I know these things because I feel my heart harmonizing with yours and I tremble. Fear and anger rise up more frequently than faith.

It is a battle between heart and head. This uncertain certainty that you wish to renew and rebuild.

So now I wait and wonder if this feeling is fake and if my heart has been found false. It is uncomfortable, awkward and uncertain. A contradiction it is, this uncertain certainty.

*****

We were 15, we were twenty, we were 50 and then we were 80. I saw it all. I saw us alone.I saw us together.

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  • http://myinnerchick.com My Inner Chick

    ***We were 15, we were twenty, we were 50 and then we were 80. I saw it all**

    Brilliant. Stunning.

    I love love love this.

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Thank you.

  • http://imadealiyah.wordpress.com Jen

    I just read this first thing in the morning and it rocked my soul awake. Give me more like this!

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Hi Jen,

      Got quite a few. If you’d like I can refer you to some.

  • http://thecatladysings.com Natalie the Singingfool

    This is terribly beautiful and full of emotional depth. It makes me stop a second, and think…

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Hi Natalie,

      Well, if it made you think then it did what I hoped it would do. Hope you had a great weekend.

  • http://madpeach.blogspot.com Esther

    I loved reading this… it is so different.

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Thank you Esther.

  • Gina

    Lovely post and quite the following. You are a talented writer.

    Night

  • http://www.websitesgiveback.com/blog Elena Patrice

    OK … you had me at “unconsciously giving thanks for having been given the song of my heart” and now I’m in a puddle of tears.

    Jack, this has to rate as one of my favorite posts written this year (if not THE one). So, so beautiful, so moving, so well-written. You speak a language here that is so near and dear to my heart (I know I say this a lot about your writing, but “it is what it is”).

    Thank you for such a beautiful gift here sir … thank you.

    Abundant gratitude,

    Elena

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Hi Elena,

      I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Thank you for your kind words.

  • http://www.youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com The Hook

    Very touching. Well done!

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Thank you Hook, I really appreciate it.

  • http://jottergirl.com Jotter Girl

    This was really beautifully written. I’ve had many friends make the trip to Israel and it always seems to be such a wonderfully moving experience. Glad it was for you too.

    • http://www.thejackb.com/ Jack

      Hi JG,

      Israel is never far from my mind. Too many friends, too many good memories and lots of family to go visit.

  • http://billdorman.me Bill Dorman

    Interesting indeed my friend; very well written.

    Look forward to hangin’ with you some more in 2012.

    • http://www.thejackb.com/ Jack

      Howdy Bill,

      Me too, 2012 should be a lot of fun.

  • http://betsycross.blogspot.com Betsy Cross

    Very moving. Thanks Jack.

    • http://www.thejackb.com/ Jack

      Hi Betsy,

      How are you? Are you settled into the new place yet?

  • http://rasjacobson.com Renee A. Schuls-Jacobson

    Jack:

    This is magnificent. I don’t know if it is real and broken hearted. About a real person or about G-d. But I rather love that about this post.

    It is gorgeous. And sad. And beautiful. And hard. And filled with longing. And peace.

    How’d you do that? Seriously, I wish I had written this. But I think first I have to get to Israel.

    • http://www.thejackb.com Jack

      Get to Israel- it is well worth the trip.