Monk in Auschwitz 7
Spring
Spring came.
The ice melted,
Flowers refused to show,
The birds skirted round.
And Thomas,
Sentenced to looking on,
Forgot contemplation—
Not yet acquainted
With the God needed
To endure
What he saw happening.
Spring
Spring came.
The ice melted,
Flowers refused to show,
The birds skirted round.
And Thomas,
Sentenced to looking on,
Forgot contemplation—
Not yet acquainted
With the God needed
To endure
What he saw happening.