How can we possibly speak of such unspeakable horrors, of such hatred and violence and inhumanity, that happened so long ago? How can we possibly find the words?
How can we not?
Two weeks ago, on Saturday morning near the end of October, 11 Jews went to synagogue to pray, to come together as a community, to celebrate Shabbat. They were murdered, gunned down by a man who would have been very much at home during the horrors of Kristalnacht.
We find the words because we must., Because even eighty years later - eighty - the rage and hatred rise up and burn down everything in it's path. We find the words, we tell the story, and we remember.
We do, because this must never happen again, to anyone, to any people, in any land. We find the words, and so we say: amen
Words for Kristalnacht
09-10 November 1938
Stars littered the ground
Shards of ice
The smoke of a thousand thousand years
Coiling upwards, twisted
With the memory of a People
Chosen once in light
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 pull and push
That wraps ‘round your heart
In pounding and pulsing rhythms
That cradle your source
The darkness swallows the cries
Of a thousand thousand lights
A thousand thousand years
A thousand thousand sighs
Leaving only broken glass
And crystal fire
And glistening stars to lead us