This poem was written by Rev. Alex Jacob, following a memorial service hosted by Christians and Messianic Jews from the Rumbala Memorial Forest in Riga, Latvia, October 2011. The memorial site backs on to a main-line railway -- the sound of the passing trains lending themselves to some poignancy, during our times of silent prayer.

And the trains rumble by...
They took you from your home,
rounded you up like cattle
and forced you to the forest.
Here they took your life—evil extractors at work.
Bodies piling up to be swallowed up in the broken ground;
And the trains rumble by
And the trains rumble by
And the trains rumble by
There are tears in my eyes,
as reflections,
guilt,
pain
and sadness collide,
There are tears in my eyes;
And the trains rumble by
And the trains rumble by
And the trains rumble by
There are tears in my eyes,
for I know one day the shofar will sound --
and these discarded dry bones
will heed the prophet’s call...
There are tears in my eyes
And the trains rumble by………………………….

