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Turn

The Germans invaded Poland on September 1, 1939. This is the day my sister, Sheila, died. She had exited a building and was sauntering down the street swinging her hat when she heard buzzing, like a swarm of bees. She looked up, saw the German planes, and ran to her apartment. Looking out the window is the last of her memory.   

 

Sheila was reborn September 15, 1939 in the United States, fourteen days after her death in Poland. She said many people were quickly turned at that time.

 

 

 

 

 

BRAHMA

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

If the red slayer thinks he slays

Or if the slain thinks he is slain,

They know not well the subtle ways

I keep and pass and turn again.

 

They reckon ill who leave me out;

When me they fly, I am the wings;

I am the doubter and the doubt,

And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

 

The strong gods pine for my abode,

And pine in vain the sacred seven;

But thou, meek lover of the good

Find me and turn thy back on heaven.