In the spirit of today,†27 January, International Holocaust Remembrance Day†
once again I post this by Wendell Berry.
Simply given as ‘V’ from 1995 in his collection ‘A Timbered Choir, The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997′
To my granddaughters who visited the Holocaust
Museum on the day of the burial of Yitzhak Rabin
Now you know the worst
we humans have to know
about ourselves, and I am sorry,
for I know that you will be afraid.
To those of our bodies given
without pity to be burned, I know
there is no answer
but loving one another,
even our enemies, and this is hard.
when a man of war becomes a man of peace,
he gives a light, divine
though it is also human.
When a man of peace is killed
by a man of war, he gives a light.
You do not have to walk in darkness.
If you will have the courage for love,
you may walk in the light. It will be
the light of those who have suffered
for peace. It will be