At Evensong tonight I offered this prayer from Auschwitz, a prayer by Etty Hillesum.
"You have made me so rich, O God; please let me share Your beauty with open hands. My life has become an uninterrupted dialogue with you, O God, one great dialogue. Sometimes when I stand in some corner of the camp, my feet planted on Your earth, my eyes raised toward Your Heaven, tears sometimes run down my face, tears of deep emotion and gratitude. At night, too, when I lie in bed and rest in You, O God, tears of gratitude run down my face, and that is my prayer. Amen."
In the congregation were a young American couple on their honeymoon, deeply struck by the prayer and eager to learn more of her story.