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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


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If I want to hear from my Father God  I will sometimes go to the forest. It is a place of different moods .. but mainly to be alone with Him



There’s something about trees and me 

An attraction , a drawing near 

From single spreading chestnut

Or draping weeping willow

To close grown forest pine 

Even cut down made into fire-awaiting log piles 


Something about the texture 

The size and grandeur of a stately oak

Or the perfect shape of cultured bonsai


Leaf blowing

Trunk swaying

Fragile sapling

Long growing

Snow holding 

Season watching 



I wonder what they have seen over the years

What secrets they hold

The birds that have nested 

The people who have sheltered

What storms they have weathered


There is something of awe and majesty

The sheer size of a sequoia

The microcosmic world encompassing a tree


Encircling and covering




Breeze swaying 

Shelter – providing 

Noise cancelling 




And here in the forest I have stood

In awe – inspired silence

Inside heavy stillness

With heart-stopping expectation

With here and there 

The drilling of a woodpecker 

The scuttle of a squirrel

The screeching of an owl

The call of a jay

The dancing sway of pine

The autumn fall of leaves

The spreading majesty of centuries

Of oak , or elm , or cedar 


I hear God deeply in this cathedral of the forest

I hear myself, my heartbeat , my breathing

I feel the heavy stillness

The still small voice

Which calls me back again and again to the One who made 




                                                               John nutall March 2018