SANDRA CONRAD READING "PRAY" BY ABRAHAM SUTZKENER
I think I just thought of a prayer,
But I can't imagine who
might be there.
Sealed in a steel womb,
How can I pray? To whom?
How can I pray? To whom?
Star, you were once my dear friend,
Come, stand for the
words that have come to an end.
But dear, dear star,
I understand, you're too far.
I understand, you're too far.
Still, someone in me insists: pray!
Tormenting me in my
soul: pray!
Prayer, oh wildest surmise,
I still babble you till sunrise.
I still babble you till sunrise.
Abraham Sutzkener
Vilna ghetto, January 17, 1942
