PENTECOST AT AUSCHWITZ

 

 

 

 

 

 

PENTECOST AT AUSCHWITZ

 

 

 

 

 

MY NAME IS KRZYSZTOF

 

MY CAMP NUMBER WAS 8439470547

 

I SURVIVED THE CAMPS

 

BECAUSE I AM A POLE NOT A JEW

 

I WAS ASSIGNED TO THE HOSPITAL

 

 AT AUSCHWITZ

 

 

HOSPITAL IT WAS CALLED

 

MORE A THRESHOLD TO DEATH

 

 

OUT OF CHANCE

 

ON THE TRAIN WERE EIGHT PREGNANT WOMEN

 

FOR SOME REASON THEY DECIDED TO LET THEM LIVE

 

 

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY THEY DELIVERED

 

PROBABLY BROUGHT ON

 

 BY THE RIGORS OF CATTLE CAR TRANSPORTATION

 

 

THEN HAPPENED A BRIGHT MOMENT

 

I LIVE AND CRY WITH THAT MOMENT

 

WITH THE BEAUTY OF THAT MOMENT

 

THE MOTHERS WERE NURSING THEIR BABIES

 

SINGING LULLABIES

 

IN THE OWN TONGUES

 

Go to asleep my tiny baby, Try to sleep and get asleep Till the white dawns break the day. Then wake up as a grown child. Till tomorrow at the (white) dawns.

Culcă-te, puiuţ micuţ, Scoală-te mărişoruţ. Culcă-te şi te abuă Până mâine-n dalbă ziuă. Şi te culcă şi adormi

 

Romanian

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Lie my little angel, lie and sleep, mum is rocking her baby. Lie, sleep sweet, the little one, mum is rocking her baby. Hajej můj andílku hajej a spi, matička kolíbá děťátko svý. Hajej dadej, nynej, malej, Matička kolíbá děťátko svý.

Czech @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@   Nani nani my child. Come Sleep make it sleep and sweetly lull it. Come Sleep from the vineyards take my child from the hands.   Νάνι νάνι το παιδί μου. Έλα Ύπνε ύπνωσέ το και γλυκά ‘ποκοίμησέ το. Έλα ύπνε ‘πό τ’ αμπέλια, πάρ’ το παιδί μου από τα χέρια. Greek   @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@   Under Baby’s cradle in the night Stands a goat so soft and snowy white The Goat will go to the market To bring you wonderful treats He’ll bring you raisins and almonds Sleep, my little one, sleep.

 

 

 

אין דעם בית המקדש

אין א ווינקל חדר

זיצט די אלמנה בת ציון אליין

איר בן יחיד’ל יידעלע’ן

וויגט זי כסדר

און זינגט אים צום שלאפן א לידעלע שיין

 

yiddish

 

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A FESTIVAL OF TONGUES

 

A ONENESS OF HEARTS

 

A BRIEF MOMENT OF HOPE

 

THAT DIED ABORNING

 

THAT NIGHT I RETURNED TO THE MEN’S BARRACKS

 

WHEN I RETURNED

 

ALL WERE DEAD BY NEEDLE INJECTION OF PHENOL

 

WITH SO MUCH DEATH

 

THAT ONE STUCK

 

I HOPE IN HEAVEN

 

THERE’S A SPECIAL PLACE

 

 FOR THESE MOTHERS AND CHILDREN

 

CERTAINLY IT WAS NOT GOD’S PLAN THAT THEY DIED

 

THOSE WHO ABETTED IT BY SILENCE

 

ARE AS GUILTY AS THE MURDERERS



OUTRAGE

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OUTRAGE

 

 

I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD CALL IT AN IMPROVEMENT

WHEN THE AUTHORITIES DO NOT

CALL THE LATEST VICTIM OF VIOLENCE

WHO SUSTAINED FIVE BULLET WOUNDS

A SUICIDE

 

WHERE IS THE MORAL OUTRAGE

AMONG GOOD MOSLEMS

FOR THE OUTRAGES

COMMITTED IN THEIR RELIGION’S NAME

 

WE HAVE NO REASON TO BE SMUG

WHERE WAS THE OUTRAGE

WHEN WE SLAUGHTERED JEWS

ENSLAVED BLACKS

FORCED CONVERSION

ON LATIN AMERICA

 

WE ALL HAVE DIRTY HANDS

 

WE JUSTIFY IT

BE CLAIMING WE ARE DOING GOD’S WORK

 

BUT GOD SAYS

IF YOU ARE SLAYING PEOPLE IN MY NAME

YOU’VE GOT IT WRONG

 

I DID NOT DIE

THAT DEATH MIGHT TRIUMPH

 

  I have come that YOU may have life, and have it to the full.

 

WE ARE PLAYING

KING OF THE MOUNTAIN

 

WHEN THE WINNER PREVAILS

HE WILL BE ALL ALONE

ALL ALONE

WITH NO ONE WITH WHICH TO PLAY

OR SHARE HIS VICTORY

 

HIS VICTORY WILL BE LIKE SAND

TRICKLING THROUGH HIS FINGERS

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DANCING ON THE SHOES OF MY DAD

DANCING ON THE SHOES OF MY DAD

HE WAS MY FIRST LOVE

HE WAS MY CONSTANT LOVE

IN ALL OF LIFE’S VAGARIES

HE WAS MY DAD

I MISS HIM

WHEN THE MOOD HIT HIM

HE’D PLAY A RECORD

THEN WITH AN ELEGANT BOW

HE’D ASK ME FOR A DANCE

I’D CLIMB HIS SHOES

AWAY WE’D WHIRL

SAFE AND SECURE IN MY FATHER’S ARMS

THE MEMORY OF THOSE DANCES

SUSTAINED ME

WHEN THE WORLD WAS COLD

AND UNINVITING

I TREASURED THEM

SO MUCH SO THAT I FANTASIZE

THAT IN HEAVEN

ANGELS ARE LINED UP

TO DANCE WITH MY DAD

RESTITUTION

RESTORE

MY FRIEND CONFIDED IN ME

THAT HE HAD DONE A BAD THING

HE ASKED ME HOW I FELT ABOUT IT

WOULD I STILL BE HIS FRIEND

WHO AM I TO THROW THE FIRST STONE

OR THE LAST

I’M A SINNER LIKE YOU

 THERE’S THE RUB

WE’VE BEEN FORGIVEN

BUT WHAT’S OUR OBLIGATION

TO CORRECT THE HARM WE HAVE DONE

WE DON’T HEAR THAT FROM THE PULPIT

OR A LEAST I HAVEN’T

THE LIE THAT NEEDS TRUTH

THE THING TAKEN

THAT NEEDS RETURNING

THE PERSON HURT

THAT NEEDS TO BE ASKED

 FOR FORGIVENESS

TO FORGIVE SOMEONE

THAT NEEDS FORGIVENESS

THE BOUNDARY MARKER MOVED

THE GOD WHO NEEDS PRIMACY OF PLACE

ABOVE ALL THE BAUBLES OF OUR LIFE

LACK OF RESTITUTION

SMACKS TO ME LIKE CHEAP GRACE

I’M FORGIVEN

CONDUCT DOESN’T MATTER

THE GOSSIP

CAN CONTINUE TO LIE

WITH IMPUNITY

SHE’S FORGIVEN

THE THIEF

HIS SPOIL

THE ADULTERER

HIS PLEASURE

NO NEED TO AMEND

OR OBLIGATION TO AMEND

WHERE WE HAVE MISSED THE MARK

WE FORGET

OR THINK WE’RE EXCUSED

FROM PS 51:1-3

 GENEROUS IN LOVE—GOD, GIVE GRACE!
    HUGE IN MERCY—WIPE OUT MY BAD RECORD.
SCRUB AWAY MY GUILT,
    SOAK OUT MY SINS IN YOUR LAUNDRY.
I KNOW HOW BAD I’VE BEEN;
    MY SINS ARE STARING ME DOWN

TO WHICH WE MIGHT ADD

CALLING FOR RESTITUTION

OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

THREE ARE AGAINST GOD

THEY PROCLAIM HE IS NOT IMPORTANT

IN MY LIFE

SEVEN ARE AGAINST THE COMMUNITY

THEY DESTROY ITS PEACE

TRUE REPENTANCE

CALLS FOR RESTORATION OF THAT PEACE

MOVING THE BOUNDARY MARKER

BACK TO ITS PLACE

FRANK A VOLLMER

CHILDREN ON A BUS

CHILDREN ON A BUS

 

 

I DO NOT CLAIM

TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO IMMIGRATION

BUT SOMEHOW

I DO NOT FIND JESUS

PROTEST VIOLENTLY

THE ARRIVAL OF CHILDREN

 

IN OUR COUNTRY

CHILDREN ARE LEAVING

THE OLD TOWNS

THERE’S NO JOBS

NO FUTURE THERE

 

THESE CHILDREN HAVE THE SAME DREAMS

 

CHEAP LABOR

KEPT LOW

FOR AMERICAN MANUFACTURERS

PROMISE NO BRIGHT FUTURE

 

BUT AS TO IMMIGRATION

I DO NOT THINK THE BIBLE IS JUST HAPPY TALK

BUT A WAY OF LIFE

 

WE CALL OURSELVES

A CHRISTIAN NATION

WHERE IS THE COMPASSION

IN SOLVING THE PROBLEM

 

ARE WE WILLING

TO HAVE A HALF A LOAF

SO OTHERS MAY HAVE SOME

 

CHRIST WAS AN IMMIGRANT IN EGYPT

CHRIST IS AN IMMIGRANT NOW

HOW DO WE GREET HIM

 

 

FRANK A VOLLMER



NOAH

NOAH

 

 

MAN HAS BEEN ON EARTH CIRCA 200,000 YEARS

WHICH TRANSLATES TO CIRCA 198,000 BC

WHEN MAN WAS IN THE GARDEN

 

NOAH LIVED CIRCA 1500 YEARS AFTER ADAM

WHICH TRANSLATES TO CIRCA 196,500 BC

 

MODERN BIBLE SCHOLARS ARGUE

 WHETHER THE STORY IS FACT

OR FICTION

 

SO MANY DATES ARE GIVEN FOR WHEN IT OCCURRED

OF WHICH MINE IS ONE

 

THE FLOOD EPIC

IS COMMON FOLKLORE IN MID EAST CULTURE

SO A FLOOD MUST HAVE HAPPENED LOCALLY

IT BECAME IN MEN’S MINDS

THE FLOOD

 

LIKE THE WORD TSUNAMI

BRINGS TO MEMORY

THE RECENT FAREAST DISASTER

 

THE BIBLE IS NOT HISTORY

NEITHER BIOLOGICAL

NOR GEOLOGICAL

 

IT’S LITERATURE

A BOOK OF MORALS

A BOOK OF TARGETS

WE SO OFTEN MISS

 

FINDING THE ARK ON A MOUNTAIN TOP

DOES NOT MAKE FOR A BETTER WORLD

BUT RESCUING THOSE

FOR WHOM THE WORLD DOES NOT CARE

WILL

IF WE HAVE THE WILL

 

THE STORY GOES

THAT GOD WAS DISGUSTED WITH HIS PEOPLE

HE WANTED TO DESTROY THEM

BUT FOR ONE GOOD MAN

HE WOULD HAVE

 

I WILL GIVE MY CREATION

A CHANCE TO START AGAIN

IT WAS A PLAN

IT DIDN’T WORK

 

THE NEW MAN BECAME LIKE THE OLD MAN

IT NEEDED A GOOD BOOK

IT NEEDED CHRIST

 

SO WHETHER IT IS THE ARK

OR THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP

OUR CONDUCT IS MORE IMPORTANT