Into your hands, I commend my Spirit
In the crucifixion death now has come and the figure hangs at its lowest state; everything has been given out. There is nothing left.
The Holocaust has again the figure covering him; the perished are pressing him down. It is almost as if during the years between 1945 and 1948 the dead were buried with the living. It is as though the perished are saying to the survivors, “into your hands we commend our spirits and our memory.