Regular Sunday Announcements are in process and will post later today, but yesterday was International Holocaust Rememberence Day. I share the poem of a child imprisoned and murdered at Theresienstadt Concentration Camp. We remember it with the hope that there will never be another genocide and that children of every race, country and creed will be allowed to fulfill their promise, to grow up, to grow old and to die in God’s time. Even as we do, there are genocides currently happening around the world, ten of which are full-blown. Ironically, “prominent scholars of the international law crime of genocide and human rights authorities take the position that Israel’s policies toward the Palestinian people could constitute a form of genocide.” Details HERE. May all sentient beings find peace.
I Never Saw Another Butterfly
by Pavel Freidman
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone. . . .
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here,
in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman was born in Prague on January 7, 1921. He was deported to Theresienstadt Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942 and later to Auschwitz, where he died on September 29, 1944. The poem was found when Theresienstadt was liberated in February 1945.
Pevel’s poem is included in and lends its name to the title of a collection of poems and artwork by the children and youth of Theresiesnstadt* and published by Hana Volavková and Jiří Weil in 1959.
* Theresienstadt was the German name for Terezín, a Czech fortress. “After the Munich Agreement in September 1938 and following the occupation of the Czech lands in March 1939, with the existing prisons gradually filled up as a result of the Nazi terror, the Prague Gestapo Police prison was set up in the Small Fortress in 1940. The first inmates arrived on June 14, 1940. By the end of the war 32,000 prisoners of whom 5,000 were women passed through the Small Fortress. These were primarily Czechs, later other nationals, for instance citizens of the former Soviet Union, Poles, Germans and Yugoslavs. Most of the prisoners were arrested for various acts of resistance to the Nazi regime, they were later sent to the extermination camps like Mauthausen in many cases; it was also destiny of family members and supporters of the Reinhard Heydrich assassins. The Jewish Ghetto was created in 1941.” Wikipedia
A response worth sharing from bogpan (a.k.a. Bozhidar Pangelov – (bogpan – блог за авторска поезия) “Great pain for my heart. The Bulgarian people have saved 50,000 of their Jewish citizens. But not all. Never more genocide!”
Amen to that.
Jordan
Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov © 2018, All rights reserved
It flows, the river flows
and spills…
I won’t, I won’t
enter,
girl,
with hair of sea.
I won’t
enter,
girl,
with a face of moons.
Today the green people
enter there
and raise
their hands
heavy.
My heart is
carved into
sand.
Sand.
Bury it.
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I absolutely love Friedman’s poem. Yes, the yellow butterfly cannot live in the ghetto because it is a symbol for desired freedom. Thank you for sharing this, Jamie.
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Me too. I hope you are well, my friend.
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Yes, I am. Thank you.
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So important to share this as the last survivors die out. I remember reading this as a child and it left a deep impression on my soul.
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Yes! You are so right, Evelyn, especially in these times when there are those who try to tell us the Holocaust never happened and when there are some 24 genocides happening as we speak. Thank you for your visit and comment. 🙏
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I have just read some deep stirring poems here…..the world MUST never be given space to forget what happened at the said concentrated Camps. For in forgetting, we will be setting ourselves up for a repeat. Thanks for sharing this.
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Amen!
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Reblogged this on words less spoken.
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Thank you for sharing an important poem and remembrance. Genocide continues to happen.
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My children’s paternal grandmother was from Hungary. she had hundreds of cousins, aunts, uncles…relatives living near enough to grow up with them, or know of them from holidays. she moved to America with her brother before WWII (he needed a housekeeper). After WWII, their maternal grandmother and her brother tried to find their family, only to be met with words like “unknown” or “deceased.” She had one relative still living, a second cousin, who was 2nd generation American.
I’d like to say it will never happen again, but all we have to do is look at history to know that it will.
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Indeed there are many genocides happening right now.
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My mom used to say, “One bad apple spoils the barrel.” All it takes is one Hitler and every human in existence looks bad.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
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Thanks for sharing… such an important message for people the world over. ❤
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Yes, it is. Especially important as there are so many genocides in progress right now. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
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Reblogged this on Lyn Horner's Corner and commented:
Sad, Sad, Sad . . .
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thank you so much for publishing this. We do need to remember forever those whose lives were lost needlessly – people who were not warriors or others whose job it was to murder and torture. They were everyday people of this earth – those who toil the soil, and those who weave the cloth. They were simple people all, who just wanted to complete their time on this earth. The men who did these horrific deeds in the name of something that perhaps we will never understand are all gone now. But the ones who live in, perhaps not in the same bodies or spirits, but live on as they have for many thousands of years, are the ones who goil the soil, weave the cloth, and whom time has not forgotten. They live simply and not always are their basic needs met, but yet they live on, century after century, and their simplicity gives rise to what this earth is about. What a truly beautiful and spiritual poem this was, and I am touched forever from reading it and the other one that follows it. Thank you again for printing this. We must never forget the lessons that these senseless wars have taught us. Anne
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Reblogged this on charles french words reading and writing and commented:
I just found this post, and I need to reblog it, because it is powerful and crucial for us to read.
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It most certainly is.
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Touched as always by this post and reblogged at Forty Two.
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Thank you, John! 🙏
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Great pain for my heart. The Bulgarian people have saved 50,000 of their Jewish citizens. But not all. Never more genocide!
Jordan
Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov
It flows, the river flows
and spills…
I won’t, I won’t
enter,
girl,
with hair of sea.
I won’t
enter,
girl,
with a face of moons.
Today the green people
enter there
and raise
their hands
heavy.
My heart is
carved into
sand.
Sand.
Bury it.
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Thank you for this, bogpan. Do you mind if I add it to the post?
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Of course, as you say dear Jamiе!
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Thank you! Will do shortly.
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It’s included now.
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Thank you very much, Jamie!
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I am ashamed of what happened and so we should feel with everyone. How was it possible for these diabolical minds to commit such atrocities?
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It’s impossibly sad, not only that this happened but that it has happened time and again throughout history and it continues into the 21st Century. Apparently, we haven’t learned the lesson.
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For this happened I am ashamed.
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Reblogged this on THE BeZINE.
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