The Anne Frank House

23 February 1944-

The two of us looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the seagulls and other birds glinting with silver as they swooped through the air, and we were so moved and entranced that we couldn’t speak.

That tree died two years ago,
but we saw it in Anne's pen,
at her window, under a blue sky.

Is it worth the cost to find such beauty?
God, tell us it need not be.
Let the sun break through the clouds,
let out tears fall on history's broken heart,
bring us bread to break with others.