One Small Flame

Reflections on my visit to the Holocaust Memorial

Dark galleries.

Never ending.

For every step I walk,

for every breath I take,

hundreds of

thousands of

my brothers and sisters have

died–

Choked by Evil.

Beaten by hatred.

But a light flickers

at the end of a long, narrow hallway;

barely visible,

yet ever so luminous.

So forlorn,

yet so promising.

The closer I step,

the brighter it glows,

the stronger it shines.

We are that spark.

We are that light.

They thought they could beat us.

They thought they could defeat us.

They thought they could prevail.

They stole six million,

but the Jewish spirit lives on–

greater,

stronger,

mightier than ever.

They thought they could extinguish that spark,

but our light shines on–

bigger

brighter than ever.

The torch lives on–

of a people,

of a country,

of a nation.

A country so tiny,

yet so great.

A nation so small,

yet so mighty.

A light unto the world,

a light unto the nations.

Am Yisrael Chai.