Not All Darkness Is Night
Night for many is full of terrors,
Things that go bump – you can’t see,
At night we escape under our blankets,
Awaiting a new morn to see.
Some darkness, however, exists in daylight,
Terrors threatening before your very face,
The darkness of hearts – the “night” of hate,
Sheds a gloom – that even the sun cannot erase.
The poem above is inspired by two photos I took on a visit to Budapest. The moon over the Buda Castle was beautiful, and night for all of its risks and childhood terrors, can nonetheless be beautiful. The second image is of the memorial to the Jews of Budapest killed on the banks of the Danube. It remembers the 800 Jews, who were shot, and their bodies dumped into the Danube by the Arrow Cross Militia. It is one of the sad reminders of the collaboration of non-Germans in the horror of the Holocaust.