Maria Skobtsova - The Holy Fool
by Sofia Kioroglou

 

You shared the life of paupers and tramps,

You made a derelict house of three stories, a home

You fed a hundred, a modern Noah's Ark

 at 77 rue de Lourmel in the fifteenth arrondisement

 

 

Maria Skobtsova, the Saint of the Open door

You Died in the gas chambers — Good Friday as it happened.

You entered eternal life, offering yourself consciously to the holocaust

I can still hear the shellfire of the approaching Red Army in the distance

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