In the wake of Yom Hashoah, – Tuesday April 21 – there is a poem that may help us to remember what our people have gone through, and that may help us to remember to pray. There are those who say that Yeshua too was in the camps with His people, that the Almighty Himself wept.
From the crematory flue
A Jew aspires to the Holy One.
And when the smoke of him is gone,
His wife and children filter through.
Above us, in the height of sky,
Saintly billows weep and wait.
God, wherever you may be,
There all of us are also not.
—Jacob Glatstein, trans. from Yiddish by Chana Faerstein