Photo: Ofir Asif
At the vanishing point
They have passed
To be gassed,
Leaving us
To a world
That forever now must,
Not forget
How the place
Of no return
Has been crossed,
And we none are
The same
For hate’s shadow’s
Been cast.
In the name of those
Vanished
Who shall not be forgot,
We can vow to hold hope,
And let compassion
Outlast.
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Vanishing Point
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Beautifully done… no, we MUST not forget.
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May we never. Especially given how too many people are willing to … if only by how complacent they are with hate, division, persecution, and harm of whomever they see as ‘other.’ Thanks, my friend.
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Especially now. This hate must be turned around…
Have a lovely day, beautiful lady.
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I am trying very hard to have a lovely day … They’ve been enthusiastically tearing up the street right under my window. They’ve been opening up this street so often, I wonder why they don’t just put in a zipper!
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Oh dear… not fun. Not fun, at all.
Here, the snow is very prettily falling. Zeke keeps looking at me and I shall probably take him for a nice walk. It’s not *too* cold, only, (-10C) 14F, feels like 9F (-13C)…
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We’re working on getting down to your level come Monday … (tee-hee, this came out funny! I’m not changing it, even though if the only ‘level’ I’d meant was the mercury …) 🙂
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Tee hee, indeed! 😁
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your poem is heartfelt. it reminds of the time i visited auschwitz.
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Thank you. The photo is from when my nephew was visiting there. No one, I think, is ever quite the same after being there.
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Thats a place I never want to see in person.
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I hear you.
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Oh my, that’s powerful. We must never ever forget what happened.
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Yes. And we must work together to end hate were it (still) raises its head, for we know how it can energize the weak-of-character who feed on fear, to use hate and violence to put down others in order to feel better about themselves.
We can stop such atrocities from (continuing) to repeat, because most of us are better than that and because history should teach us not only what is possible to do, but what we should not ever allow.
Thank you for this comment, Na’ama
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