Prayer from a Concentration Camp
Thank thee, Lord, for living.
Thank thee, Lord, for death.
Thank thee for the ashy air
That fills my bony chest.
Thank thee for misfortune,
It took me by surprise,
But now I see each living thing
Directly from your eyes.
Thank thee for my family
That they are now with you,
Help me face another day
That I may soon be too.
Thank thee for this shower,
For the poison pouring in.
Thank thee for the freedom
To be with you again.
This poem is about:
Our world