Corrie ten Boom

It was cramped
where she kept the Jews:
the space about 30 inches deep,
but well-hidden.

When the men burst
through the front door,
uniforms night-black
and punctuated with lightning,

I wonder if she knew
she was destined for the camp:
destined for so many months of
watching dogs eat Jews in Ravensbruck.

Finally the Nazis, never having found
the hiding place, released her.
And the week after, when
she learned the horrid truth

that all the remaining prisoners
her age had been killed,
it was more than faith
that made her say:

“God does not have problems. Only plans.”