During a visit to Dachau, I walked through silence that felt deliberate. The gravel paths, the watchtowers, the lingering air—all held a kind of memory that cannot be fully named. These three haikus are not meant to explain what I saw. They simply mark the moment I stood there and chose to see.
🎧 Hear the poem aloud or read at your own pace—whichever speaks to you today.
Stillness, Memory, Resolve
by Scott Tilley
Gravel paths in rows.
Even silence feels rehearsed.
Shoes echo through time.
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Steel and stone remain.
History does not look back—
we are the witness.
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No loud answers here.
Just a gate, a sky, a pause.
And the choice to see.✍️ Poetry Matters from Spirituality Today