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Several years ago I was in Prague staying with a friend who lives there.. He invited me for a trip out to a place called Terezin . It is a walled town, and was used for imprisonment in both World Wars .. the Nazis used it in the 2nd War to house Jews, dissidents and Resistance fighters.. Many died of sickness and disease in the terrible and overcrowded situations, many were shot or killed , and thousands took the journey from here to the Extermination sites..

I went to the Museum , a simple place that deeply affected me, with it’s children art  and photograhs and accounts of the horrors that took place here and in other places …  A remarkable matter is that the Jews being held here established their own council to make representations and deal with matters of concern , but also many of the very gifted captives used their talent in artistically creative ways 


O Terezin

You place of sin

Of death and degradation

Holding place

For terror camps

For Jewish execution

“ The Final Solution

Of the Jewish Question”

Young and old

Side by side

Unaware of genocide

Children leapfrog



Into fratricide

O Terezin

Fortress camp

Served as Jewish ghetto



For mass extermination

Demonic torment

Brutal treatment

Dignity repressed

O Terezin

Your famine

Your death

Disease and excrement

The torture

And the nakedness


Screams and cries

Squeezed like cattle

Sent to die

‘Sie wurden in den Transport eingereicht…’

Began the note

To those whose plight

Would be a one-way

Train to Auswitz


O Terezin

You living Hell

Your Machiavellian posturing

The charade the lies

The twisting of the knife

To cover the Evil of your ways



You could not


The spirit of your captives

Who snubbed their noses

At your evil and depravity

And broke out into song and dance..

As their last chance at freedom

And of life ….

With poignant levity

The people made their puppet shows

Their vaudeville

Their operas

Their concerts and their pantomimes

While poets uttered rhymes …

Most touchingly the children drew

Their chilling record

Of your crimes

Their gifted plays

Their satire of your ways


And in the end 

The Final Solution

Had its own


O Terezin 

You could not win              


john nuttall May 2018

lost and found

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The day we lost our son Ben on a beach in Cornwall was a harrowing experience ..

It helps me to understand something of the Fatherheart of God when He lost His children in Eden to the 'father of lies', and would give anything to get them back .. He did - He gave His only Son Jesus , so we could come HOME

The day had started well enough

On holiday in Cornwall

Car packed up …  Breakfast done

Another great beach day for everyone



Buckets        spades

Towels          trunks

Food &          Drink

Wind break

Rubber        mallet

Deck  chairs

Plastic          cups

Oh yes, and First-aid

Cricket         stuff

French         boules

Volleyball   with net

Surf   boards

Wet   suits

Inflatable   boat

With long    rope

Oh an umbrella in case we get wet


Wooden      bats

Tennis ball on elastic 

Suncream   Sun hats

It’s going to be fantastic

Stunt            kite

Fishing        nets

Crab             line 

Do you reckon that’s that

Oh     sunglasses 

Beach           bags


Roll up          mats

There’s only one thing, let me think

We didn’t pack the kitchen sink!


Happy days, hours of fun

Simple pleasures, lots to be done

Don’t need much to fill the days

Off we go on our holidays




Rounders too

Rock pools 


“ Need the loo”

“well go into the dunes then ! “



Melting ice cream


Living the dream

Dad gets buried in the sand 

Everything going as planned 


Then all of a sudden, someone says 


Has anyone seen Ben ?


Do you mean our 3 year old son , Ben ?

What, is he not here then ?


I thought you had him

No … I thought he was with you

When did we last see him?


When you scored 392 at cricket 

Then went off with the wickets 

And we all followed back to base

We must have left him in our haste

To celebrate your victory


Woops , only 1000+  people on this beach 

An incoming tide within reach

Don’t get frantic 

Lets keep calm 

I’m sure he wont come to any harm


Have you seen a little boy

Three years old 

Blonde hair , blue eyes 

About this size

Wearing  a cap


Sorry mate ,  must be loads like that


That was ok for 15 minutes 

But after that …..we become




Full of fear

Heart thumping

Mind racing

Nerve jangling

Emotionally drained and 

Close to tears


The list of stuff

We brought with us

Is not enough

To deal with this situation

We have to dig much deeper 


After half an hour and our nerves in tatters   

An amazing life-guard walks up

hand-in-hand with all that matters 

Our little lost son is found 

He’s not perturbed 

Had wandered around 


Near the Pavilion

Completely happy

Splendid oblivion 

The little chappie

Oh sweet relief


Father God lost His children in Eden

Which was the reason

Jesus came to find them

And bring us back to Heaven 

For God would   rather

We be back home 

In the arms of our Heavenly  Father 

john nuttall 2018