Tuesday, June 15

Advent Week 1: Hope – December 6

This is a poem by Pavel Friedman who was a Jewish Czechoslovak poet. He wrote this poem possibly while in Theresienstadt Concentration Camp. The poem was discovered after Theresienstadt was liberated. It has inspired the Butterfly Project, a project that commemorates the children who perished during the Holocaust and reminds us to always hope.

The Butterfly

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.



What is difficult here?

What calls to you?

How will you respond?

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