His
sister,
(A
decade older than he),
Years
after the War
When
construction slowly
Rebuilt the city, was told
…
… they …
Had
found her remains
In one of the bunkers
Where she had taken refuge
At
a time of bombardments
As
Allies moved in
And
with boulders strong, closed
Entrance for safety,
…
… thus …
In
its stillness like a cave,
Raising upward her prayerful song ...
Did
she know ...
She
had taken refuge in a grave?
There,
in a dark tomb, alone,
(I assume),
His
mother suffocated,
And
... was gone.
My
father inconsolable,
Kept
it all alive within,
The
pain was too great,
Thus
under its burden he bends,
His
grief unspoken -- he
Distraught without end!
Many
years later, I, still a child,
Heard
of the tragedy,
And
I had my sorrow and trail
Of
fears, pestering human belief,
Already aware of the mockery
Of mortal destructive deeds,
The
merciless cruelties of all wars,
Because fear is false and weak.
I
know too little of her …
Only
that from family
Recitals,
of a warm, caring,
Generous,
and kind woman …
My
imagination was running wild,
Thinking
of how she must have felt?
And
it made me shudder.
O
my trust in man, how it shattered!
I
love the thought of Light,
Which
for me within my heart,
Is
LOVE and my God!
But
how could I love
Mankind?
And
then,
Ever
so gently
I
saw the light:
“All
is given by God!”
It
is He who is Love and Life!
Not
misery and decline,
These
are the distorted
Images
of a blinded mankind,
Devouring
its own
Mortality.
Then
something in me said,
(A
kind of revelation):
“God
and His children
Are
one!”
The
light of this message so bright,
That in Love and to Love
My heart replied,
And throbbing
migraine headaches --
Like
an unseen vault --
Full of mystery and fright,
….
Came down to a halt!
My
father?
He
too saw it all
In
the light of a gentle
Resolve
Remembered
A
mother’s great love,
And
grief
Had
to tumble and fall.
Love
is the herald of peace --
Love and Life never stall!
