is it the pill that "keeps the pain laughing"?
is it your touch, that makes time stop
for a quarter of an inch?
is it the sea with its blessed silence?
is it the yellow in your paintings?
is it the swim of young dolphins?
is it music?
is it in the eyes of the newborn ?
is it in the arms of men of war?
is it your beauty?
is it your passion?
is it love?

"The little faith I used to have has been completely shattered. If God existed, He would have certainly not permitted that human beings be thrown alive into furnaces, and the heads of little toddlers be smashed with gun butts or shoved into sacks and gassed to death." - diary of 14-year-old Rutka Laskier