This poem is part of the eulogy I’ve written for my grandmother’s memorial service tomorrow. It’s by Hannah Szenes, a Hungarian Jewish poet, playwright and partisan fighter who was executed by a German firing squad in 1944. It’s translated from the Hebrew.
There are stars up above,
So far away we only see their light
Long, long after the star itself is gone.
And so it is with people that we loved—
Their memories keep shining ever brightly
Though their time with us done.
But the stars that light up the darkest night,
These are the lights that guide us.
As we live our days these are the ways we remember.