And though we are six feet under, the sun shines and music plays. “Yea though I walk through the valley of death I will not fear, for you are with me.” And yea as I walk through these places of death I have to ask- were you with them?
Belźec, Poland Thursday, March 20, 2014 3:10 PM
From my collection, Poems from Poland
NOTE: This may not be the traditional translation of the Bible, as I translated directly from the original Hebrew.