You closed those eyes that saw too much, and took with you the sorrow in them,
that hunting look, the searing pain, of someone who once was broken, stolen, betrayed, by infamy and hate.
You picked up your own pieces, in a horror nightmare like Guernica, and put yourself back together,
and those empty spaces, where the parts of you were missing,
gone in the burning hell of Auchwitz forever,
you replaced them with light and filled them with hope,
and you walked away from evil,
you left it behind,
and your wounded soul, spilled its light around the world, through the million little cracks left open and sore…
Who would fill those empty spaces, left by you now that you are gone, dear Elie Wiesel?
Rest in peace and shine from above… Now your family is finally back together! ….
… But the world surely feels darker without you.
There are victories of the soul and spirit, sometimes, even if you lose, you win.