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    • Stacey Robinson

    • April 27, 2014 in Bloggers

    Night of fire and glass

    In honor of Yom HaShoah
    Holocaust Remembrance Day

    Stars littered the ground
    Crystal fire
    Shards of ice

    The smoke of a thousand thousand years
    Coiling upwards, twisted
    With the memory of a People
    Chosen once in light
    Chosen again
    In darkness
    In ashes and in blood

    Pounding rhythms shout out
    Felt through their soles
    Driving forward, driving onward
    Faster and faster and faster, and pulled forward
    Pulled ever onward
    In a rush, at a run, rippling in shadow
    It invades your blood,
    That rhythm,
    That pulse,
    That pull and push
    That wraps ‘round your heart
    In pounding and pulsing rhythms
    That cradle your source
    Your soul

    The darkness swallows the cries
    Of a thousand thousand lights
    A thousand thousand years
    A thousand thousand sighs
    Of love
    Of hope
    Of God

    Leaving only broken glass
    And crystal fire
    And glistening stars to lead us

      • Maya North

      • April 27, 2014 at 5:01 pm
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      Somewhere, lost in the dark piles of bodies, the stranded masses of terrified people, are those who would have held me on their knees and sung to me when I was small. It’s personal. It really, really is. <3

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