Holocaust Recovery From Poems

Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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When one is renewed from a terrible disaster.
Usually it's something awful.  Recovering sometimes requires,
great strength, courage and wisdom.  Sometimes share will is
all it...

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Brimstone and bricks...they got hotter and higher
The wall that I built became a fortress of fire
Keep the killers out while keeping kind ones within
Every single...

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Read the Bible and the words that are said.
Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead!

All one has to do is read the book of revelation.
To...

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Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?...

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The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and...

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Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you...

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The tin men
in a fortress of smoke.
Death all around,
hungry for oil.

Their eyes in the storm
divide and cleanse
to be dragged into the mud
once again.

It rumbles on.
One...

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