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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

the scar

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God the Father is Comforter

 Jesus is the Comforter

    He sends another Comforter.

the Holy Spirit

Like the need to eat, drink, or breathe

I believe we have an inbuilt need for comfort.  

God the Father is described as a Comforter....

Jesus describes himself as a Comforter and lived His life comforting 

And  Jesus promises to send another Comforter.. The Holy Spirit

Pretty important aspect of God then !!

Everyone is looking for comfort

Increasingly in a godless UK , I suspect people are trying to find comfort in all the wrong things…. Although Costa coffee is pretty good 


On my bike   ..​​Riding home..  ​​Going fast


Soon be there​..​ Between the fields.. ​  On the path


Barbed fence​..​  Flashing by..​​  As I speed


Tour de France..​  Watch me now..​  In the lead


Huge rock..  ​​In the way..​​  Suddenly


Swerving now..​  Left and right..​  Unsteadily


S l o w  - m o..​​..  O v e r   I   g o ... ​ Onto barbed – wire fence


Cutting, tearing..​  Through my clothes..​  Ripping flesh


Blood stains..​​  Now appearing..​  On my shirt


But I’m young​..​  And I’m tough..​  Doesn’t hurt


Hurry now ..​​  Steadily..​​  Make it home


Drop my bike​..​  Open door..​​  See my mum


Floods of tears..​  Pour from me..​  In her embrace


Wounds bathed..​  Stinging stuff​..​  Gauze in place


​​​               Sorted


Fifty five years..​  From that day..​​  Further on


Scar remains..​​  Reminding me..​​  But pain has gone


Remember now..​  The comforting..​​ The kind and soothing care


And for me..​​  Security..​​​  That mum was there


​​​         How awful


For the people..​  Who go through..​ ​  This life alone


Who all their lives..​  Are searching for ..​ ​ The comfort zone


Who have to grow up..​  Big and strong..​  And face it by themselves


Must be hard..  ​​Must be tough..​  A kind of living Hell


‘ Big boys don’t cry’..​   Is just another evil lie..​  Coming from the liar


I’m so glad..​​  My Father God is called..​  The Comforter


That I know Him..​  And He loves me..​​  Forever and a day


And with the comfort ..​  That I get .. ​  I have enough to 


​​​            Give away 


John nuttall May 2018