Yom HaShoah

You remember
all those souls who were just like you,

and call upon
El Olam,
by your side through all

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There are times
when silence

is the only sound
when facing horrors
of the soul.

  

 

There are times
when speech is too small.

Butterflies float,
ghosts of the dead.

leonid-yomhashoah-orgbutterfl-1They perch on my heart,

visiting soul birds,

giving testimony,
silently.

 

 

  

They land on my bones,
sing in my soul,
their voices merge
with my own.

I carry them
through my days and through my nights,

inside me,
millions of them,

each with their own face.

leonid-yomhashoah-blbutterfl-1Their wings
beat inside my chest,

thrusting me
to light,
thrusting me
to preserve life,

thrusting me
to live life,

as a sacred trust.

They thrust me 

to life.

 



Photography Credits

First photograph: Frank Dobrushken
Second and third photograph: Leonid Rozenfeld