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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 day mum died

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On the day mum died , my Father God met  with me in a most beautiful way 

Away north of the border

Stirling stuff

Feels good to get away

So next day

Up at six

Setting off


Up the mountain


Follow the stream

Stop at the bridge

Welcome rest

Got my bible

Read me a psalm

Open at number 91


Speak it out then 


Those who dwell in the shelter of the Most High

They will rest in the shadow of your wings

I will say of my God

You are my rock 

You are my strength 

You are my refuge

You are my fortress

In You I trust


Good stuff


Close book

Set off again

Up the hill

Follow the brook


Wind gets up

Near the top

Guess what ?

Over the brow

A fortress

Hidden from view


Well now!


Wind gets stronger

Lean against the castle walls

Start thinking 

My mind starts to wonder


You come in here from the storm

Sheltered now from harm

Protected all around

You stand on solid ground

Rest for body, spirit, mind and soul


Made whole

Finding strength in family

Beautiful welcoming community

Food, warmth, healing 



Grace love and fellowship



Recreating  you

And a whole lot more


Worth The journey

Thank you Lord


Anyhow it’s 7am now

Good use of the hour

Breakfast beckons

Spring in my step

Down the hill 

Follow the brook

Past the bridge

Into the village

Knock on the door


Oh   ……..       hi ……..              John

Just  ……..            had a call

So …        sorry

It’s your mum...


I stand there stunned


So glad 

That in the days and hours to come

God is my    

f o r t r e s s 


john nuttall May 2018