Author's Note: I wrote this about the Anabaptists and their incredible courage, but I eventually realized it could be set in many other eras as well. So here's to all the men, women and children who have kept fighting against impossible odds -- even when all they had left was their faith.

Hiding

I have only faith

Left after all they took from me:

A husband, seven children

A home and every song

I ever thought of singing

Crouching now

Behind thin walls of vines

And flowers that

Would have made my daughters'

Eyes light up with joy

Struggling

Not to hate

For I have been told

To love my enemy

Hiding

And not sure why;

I have only to show myself

To die

And regain all I've lost

Yet knowing

Someone must live

To tell our tale,

Shout warnings to the world

So this will not happen again

And someone must live

To remember

A husband, seven children

And every song

I ever thought of singing.