Night falls harshly
yet silently,
darkness
a prelude to death.
We sit solemn,
heads bowed downward,
candles lit on the floor;
in memory
and mourning
for an age long gone
an idea not yet born.
Death and destruction
raise their ugly heads
as visions of the Holocaust
eat away at the heart.
The Temple in ruins,
a burning cross
throws its shadow
ominously across the room.
A public ceremony
of remembrance
for those who are no longer,
martyrs and the innocent,
the brave and the unsuspecting.
A fire burns heavenward
to the One –
the only One.
Darkness, a veil of paradox
covers the moon.
The meaning of all this
lost in the maze;
waiting to be found
unexpectantly
in a moment of pain;
the holiness of the sacrifice
to sanctify Thy Name.
Stones, scattered and abandoned
have not forgotten.
My bones
weary and sore
crack beneath the burden –
determined not to let
all the suffering
be in vain.
