In a world that feels at times frightening and uncertain, and with International Holocaust Remembrance Day approaching, I penned these words to remind myself just how lucky I am to be here.
Chaos in the world abounds and yet I find myself alive,
against the odds I hear the sounds of life around me, as I strive
to climb the hills that stand ahead, to follow roads I cannot see,
to heed the words that none have said and hear the ones who call to me.
For many life did not provide the wonders that I celebrate,
the tragedy of those who died at hands that only knew to hate.
The still born child, the starving man, the woman who could not go on,
denied to them the time to plan a future that is dead and gone.
Remember those who went before, the ones for whom there was no chance,
for them there is no open door, no sunny days, no time to dance.
And wonder in the life you lead, for days are short and nights are long
and take no more than what you need and keep your soul and spirit strong.
For life is dear in every way and I am but the lucky man
who wakes to fight another day and lives his life as best he can.
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