Inside of me there is a deep well.
In it God sits.
Sometimes I can reach him.
But more often stones and debris block the entrance.
Then God lies buried.
Then he needs to be excavated.
by Etty Hillesum
She was a Dutch young woman who wrote reflections every day during the Nazi occupation of Holland.
She was arrested by the Nazi occupiers and died in the concentration camp called Auschwitz in 1943.
