! The Last Shower

The radio, first chattering companion of the day, timed its cold shower of the mind with lethal precision reminding as I stepped into the warmth of water of those who stepped into the ‘shower’ and never stepped out those many past numbering but each one a one and a gentle Scots Quaker voice conducting this Holocaust Day memorial to the indescribable spoke the phrase ‘the dignity of difference’ offering the heart some way to walk the path of grief with human hope the dignity of difference – an empty form of words like poetry, like grief, poised between nothing and everything waiting to be filled with tears and joy with love and sorrow with memory and hope with prayer and promise with mercy and resolve with humility and lawfulness with life and the memory of death with the memory of death, and life