In my last post, “The Hiding Place” by Corrie ten Boom, I mentioned my Dutch Opa, a radioman, who refused to continue working for the radio when it was taken over by the Nazis in World War Two. In doing so he risked his life. I wrote this poem for him, to honour his refusal to speak words of hate. May each of us fight the battle to find peace in our hearts, so there can be no more war in the world.
your silence in the attic–
a refusal to speak false words.
Your face pale
under dusky skin,
as planes drone over Hilversum
and your children play above you,
innocently distracting the soldiers.
Under the floor boards you hide,
you hide under the floor boards.
Innocently distracting the soldiers,
your children play above you,
as planes drone over Hilversum.
Under dusky skin,
your face is pale.
You refuse to speak false words,
your silence in the attic,