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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 three in one 


Father comes to me 

The Bible tells us that when God asked Satan what he had been doing , he said that he had been wandering the earth… for he is a vagabond , a wanderer , restless… 

This writing below speaks of a very powerful and real vision I had a few years ago whilst with some friends as we prayed … in which Father Son and Holy Spirit appeared before me and ushered me , beckoned me to join their circle of embrace, the circle of their love , and when I did it spoke so strongly of coming HOME, and that wherever I was or in whatever circumstance , that I was HOME, and that if I would dwell here , abide here and rest here , the restless searching and wandering was done ….! Praise Him

The Three-In-One stood in

Threefold embrace

Father Son and Holy Spirit

But with a space just made for me


And as they stood they beckoned me

To come and take my place

The one prepared for me

Since time began

To join in their embrace

To become one with them

To complete the circle of their unity

To enter in the harmony

Of their being


It was an irresistible invitation

A cosmic communication

A heavenly visitation

Yet one that

Radiated homeliness and warmth

Ushered gently , kindly , graciously


They did not speak or need to

For simply their being said it all

The welcome of their smiles

The laughter of their radiant joy

The encircling beam of  shining love

In a thick covering

Of gentle wooing

Of stillness

And of peace


As if this was a time that they had waited for

And now it pleased them that I should come


It simply yet profoundly reached my heart

with an inspired sense of

Deep belonging

Pure acceptance

Welcome home

Of simply being



And there in the circle of their embrace

I saw them face to face

In close, enclosed proximity

A gift just for me


I heard a call from deep inside

That said this was a place

Where I could dwell

Where I could hide

Where I could rest and cast my care ,

Where I could stay,

In which I could abide

And that this place was



And that wherever I should go then they would come

Wherever they should move that I could go

That I was indeed



John nuttall March 2018

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