For many centuries,
She stood majestically.
She saw many tragedies,
but have stood defiantly.
When disaster struck,
She emerged unscaled.
It's not just by sheer luck,
On her, our Lord was nailed.
Amidst the charred ruins,
and the hot burning flames...
As if reborn with spread wings,
she radiated like ten light beams.
The cross at Notre Dame,
like Jesus on the cross of Calvary,
took it all until the firemen came.
The cross at Notre Dame will never go away.
IvanBrookspoetry
4.17.2019
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
For many centuries,
She stood majestically.
She saw many tragedies,
but have stood defiantly.
When disaster struck,
She emerged unscaled.
It's not just by sheer luck,
On her, our Lord was nailed.
Amidst the charred ruins,
and the hot burning flames...
As if reborn with spread wings,
she radiated like ten light beams.
The cross at Notre Dame,
like Jesus on the cross of Calvary,
took it all until the firemen came.
The cross at Notre Dame will never go away.
IvanBrookspoetry
4.17.2019
'
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