Mel Merrill

Night - Poem by Mel Merrill

The periwinkle petals closed
As daylight turned to dark-
And nighttime fell like dampened silk
To hush the meadowlark.

And the Talmud, and the holy words,
The violins and song-
Fell silent in the midst of dark,
Seeming out-of-place, or wrong.

And faith became a memory
Like love's first gentle kiss-
The most dear off all possessions
Was the one most sorely missed.

For God had been their guiding light,
As the rituals, and wine-
But the Cantor could not find a note...
T was the night of '39.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem, I hope, speaks for itself- and the six million whose flame was extinguished by a blink of worldwide indifference (Read The Plague by Camus) . This poem came from my several readings of Night, by Vikor Frankl- who survived the camps as a young boy (Destined to be a Rabbi) and who, even in adulthood, could never rediscover his faith in God, or the spiritual passion that was his youth.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2014

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