Six Million Raindrops

They live in the desert dry, where no flowers live

And nobody cries. Silently their souls yearn

For the truth that only the rain can give.

For they have forgotten, and do not know why

Hitler arose and everyone cried, including the

Six million raindrops that fell from the sky.

In the rain, each soul and all injustices are made clear

As the water nourishes the soil and brings hope to life.

Without the rain, the world will again meet its fear.

The rain is crisp, honest, and intensely raw as it washes

The dirt from our eyes and reveals a compelling truth:

Flowers can only grow when we remember the losses.

How can flowers grow, and hope and wisdom remain

In the dehydrated desert? Without the rain, they will

Forget, become thirsty, and we will be the ones they blame.

God cries for the holocaust victims

Whose pain and stories are

Forgotten,

Ignored,

Hidden

For a political agenda.

God’s heart is in

Every rain drop.

They have forgotten Auschwitz

They underestimate Hitler’s crimes

Without the truth, the garden of hope

Will die.

Soon the memories,

Of those who knew the rain,

Will be dried from the land;

And we will become dehydrated.

How can they remember,

History they were never taught,

Of the Six Million Raindrops

We all forgot.