Articulating Grief

“I remember visiting Auschwitz, walking through the gates with their chilling inscription, ‘Work makes you free’, and feeling the chill winds of Hell. It was a numbing experience. There were no words you could say. It was not until I entered one of the blocks where there was nothing but an old recording of the Jewish memorial prayer for the dead that I broke down and cried. It was then that I realised that prayer makes grief articulate. It gives us the words when there are no words. It gives sacred space to the tears that otherwise would have nowhere to go.”

The Power of Ideas, p. 81