i
The hardest part
is getting started.
Until you do.
The hardest part then
is continuing, because
once you’ve started,
you need to find a way
to continue continuing …
all the way to the end.
And then you realize
there was nothing to it.
Nothing at all.
ii
Steel tracks and barbed-wire fences,
a square and squat, brick ding—
every thing points beyond everything,
beyond even time and its tenses.
The welcoming arbeit macht frei,
albeit in iron. A hidden fire.
A gentle breeze, and smoke now
for our Intuition als Wesensschau.
For Edith Stein, Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, martyred at Auschwitz 9 August 1942
“Teach us to care and not to care,” as Eliot says.
Beauty with all the aches of healing wounds included. Captured perfectly.
JOB
Many thanks, JOB. Appreciate your taking the time to read it, let alone the favorable comment!