The faithful lie in the ground
feet pointing East and faces to the sky.
Freed from time
they wait for the command
that surely will come
to stand once more.
Dressed in white linen,
husbands supporting wives,
a father, a mother carrying an infant child,
they will walk towards the city on the hill
built with white stone.
But the six million of the Holocaust
dumped into pits unmarked
bones burned to ash, bodies ground to dust,
others floating in thin air
how will they walk to Jerusalem ?