As fast as my feet can take me.
Into the storm.
But right into the eye of the storm.
Because I know
Exactly what I’m letting myself in for.
And I am not scared.
For the storm brings me shelter
From the cold.
I ran. I ran, day and night,
from the ones who had me in their sight.
For they know that I have escaped from certain doom,
and now they hunt me down with their hounds in the gloom.
I was in doubt, that I will make it free
to the respite and safe place that calls to me.
But thankfully, I am united with the ones I love,
and we have found freedom with the help from the shepherd and the dove.
I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt
Anne went into hiding on a hot day in July, 1942 wearing at least 14 items of clothes. She was 13 years and one month old.
During the hot summers of 1975 and 1976 I went to a Cheshire Juniors hockey camp at Crewe and Alsager College for a week. I remember that it was so hot the dust from the red pitch was knee high. We would breathe it in and be very thirsty. There was a water restriction so the dust couldn’t be dampened. At the end of the day we were all covered in a fine red dust and were blowing it out of our noses all night. I cannot imagine wearing 14 items of clothes on such a day.
The plan to go into hiding had been over a year in the planning with clothes, furniture and food being moved in readiness.
One foot in front of the other
Slowly trudging onwards
Lead me and I will follow
Down the untrodden dusty road
Where danger lurks behind every rock
But hope beckons beyond each bend.
I need to take the first step, one step
One step forward at a time.
Running out of energy
We plod in silence to conserve our strength
We have to take a different route
Not the easy way
Which leads to a new destination
Negotiating a roundabout of tension
Fighting a carousel of chaos
That will not stop spinning.
There is no map for this journey
This road less travelled
Needs pioneers, pilgrims and
Peacemakers to construct it.