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.
Walking in silence. Alone. At dusk… awakens the senses, the need for awareness, the hunger for understanding… introspection, stillness inside while in movement, I can listen to my heart and actually hear what it is saying, realize what my soul knew already … searching for unspoken words to sooth my spirit, searching for a connection to the Universe, a connection to one’s self…
That was quite a walk right there…. it left me exhausted and relieved at the same time… Good night.