Thursday, January 27, 2005
The Pilgrim at Auschwitz
The Pilgrim at Auschwitz
Each day, scores of pilgrims come to pay homage and ask forgiveness from those who perished there.
I will bring them
into my body.
I will know how they felt,
because that is the way
I will feel,
pain piercing every pore,
each organ and ligament
shattered to light.
I will hear the cries,
the wails of the mothers
rising with the smoke at dusk.
I will go with them
as they approach the flames,
stunned as they were,
bewildered,
pleading with God,
waiting for an answer.
Each day, scores of pilgrims come to pay homage and ask forgiveness from those who perished there.
I will bring them
into my body.
I will know how they felt,
because that is the way
I will feel,
pain piercing every pore,
each organ and ligament
shattered to light.
I will hear the cries,
the wails of the mothers
rising with the smoke at dusk.
I will go with them
as they approach the flames,
stunned as they were,
bewildered,
pleading with God,
waiting for an answer.
