A Glimmer of Hope
Thoughts after hearing a concentration camp survivor's testimony of trees on a distant hill
When the moonbeams reach you through the watches of the night,
The sunshine drenches your pathways in the morning,
And you behold the wonder that is me and you.
Can you postulate Divine love?
Does it wash over you like a tidal wave,
All encompassing and overwhelming,
Surpassing any human affection?
Even if your image appears broken and distorted,
Like ripples on the water's surface
In this broken world?
I heard that the prisoners in a concentration camp beheld the trees on a distant hill
And felt hope.
In the horrors of that Hell,
Did the stars of Heaven shine down on Auschwitz?
Can you see the intricate connections among us all,
The threads on a spider web?
Can you hear the voice of the sky?
You are no accident,
No motherless child..
But all Creation has been awaiting your part
To shine forth the glory of Heaven
In this broken world.
YOU ARE LOVED!!!!!
About the Creator
Julia Schulz
I enjoy crafting poetry and telling stories. I especially love being in the "zone" when I take a deep dive with my subject matter, developing characters and settings and researching topics like history and sustainable living.
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