Remembering Auschwitz - Could it happen again?

I believe in the sun though it is late in rising. I believe in love though it is absent. I believe in God though He is silent.

THESE lines are attributed to an anonymous Holocaust survivor from Cologne in Germany and like all great prayers, like all great hopes and invocations, they almost speak over the head of any particular deity; they touch the core of what it is to be human.

They put hope and endurance at the very centre of the human experience. They, despite appalling circumstances, celebrate the eternal and essential belief that good will prevail.