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Iska Apr 18
For a moment today...
my heart stopped.

When I was a little girl I stood in awe,
Before the beauty that was Notre Dame.
It was only a picture,
but in it I saw the marvel that was Notre Dame.

And so as a girl I dreamed
To feel her bells reverberate through my soul,
To draw her beauty with inadequate talent
To one day stand before grand Notre Dame.

And now she is burning.
Dressed in red
Her heart is on fire
as the flames hungrily sought to accomplish
that which two wars and a plague could not,
To consume beloved Notre Dame.

856 years she has witnessed
856 years her regal beauty has graced us
856 years Her bells have sounded for so many souls

And in what seemed like seconds
Notre Dame...

Is gone.

The trembling ash coated skeleton
of her existence is all that remains
of the glory that was Notre Dame

And if you are silent you may still hear the bells
ringing through out the earth,
crying for Notre Dame.
And now as she goes in a blaze of beauty..
I too cry for Notre Dame.

for a moment today...
my heart stopped.

and as I behold that what is left
of the burning heart of Paris..
I am unsure it will start again.
my heart has broken
M-E Apr 17
With the love
of Jesus  (PBUH)
and the patience
of the ****** Mary
re-enforce the walls,
rise the beams
of faith
and heal the broken pieces
and debris of our hearts

I looked at you
from windows of
nature view
and I stood by your statues
sculpted in devotion
and I hear your bells
ringing, calling for prayer
Oh, Lady of Paris I see you
in the spoken words
of Victor Hugo
unerased through ages
a religious heritage
of understanding
and compassion
"Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin."

Victor Hugo - The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
Deniz Eilmore Apr 17
The smell of smoke
Stings the nose
As the flames engulf
A body made from wood.

Centuries disappear in moments,
Gone with a flash.
Never to really come back,
Crumbled into ash.
The Cathedral stands
at the heart of the city,
so pure and beloved,
so strong and enduring.

Year after year,
through thick and through thin,
Through revolution and war
Our Lady stays strong.

Just one spark
Inconsequential and small.
Surely it couldn’t
bring her down to her knees.

Pride of the city,
the city of love,
it’ll take more
than just one spark.

But sparks turn to embers,
and embers to flames,
and before we know it,
all is engulfed.

The problem we have
is that things made of wood
may seem so strong
but they always can burn.

We try to save her,
She means too much to us all.
Something so beautiful
can’t just burn down.

But the flames grow higher
and the spire collapses.
Can she be saved?
Star BG Apr 17
In the ashes of purgatory
where remnants of a Dame once lived
the Phoenix will fly.
Fly into heavens gate.
Drift gracefully in moment
that ascends to a blue sky,
so all can celebrate light.
Inspiried by Mygreatestescape Thank you

It was indeed a false flag by those who live in the shadows of institutions
unknown to the general public. The Cabal - controlling forces that are loosing the fight so all align with love and peace.
When the cinders cool and the answer seekers
pick their way through the charred rubble
what will they find? A medieval carpenter's chisel, a pair of rosary beads, pigeon droppings, the down from an angel's wing, the tears of saints.
In fire blaze the Notre Dame.
I would take this pain for you.
The secrets that you keep.
Now you blaze in the fire.
Tonight I will crying for you.
Notre Dame, I will crying.
Tatiana Apr 16
J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler
comme si elle était une sorcière
sur un bûcher,
comme si elle était des balles
perçant le peau,
comme si elle était les mots de bigoterie
coulant de la bouche des monstres
J'ai vu Notre Dame brûler
et nos coeurs aussi
Seeing Notre Dame burn has been horrifying. Hopefully it can be restored.
Again, french is not my first language, so any mistakes are my own.
Lillian May Apr 15
History was destroyed and made all at once today.
Notre Dame in bright, brilliant flames.
850 years of history, class trips, memories,
singed and gone.
Everything has it's time, I suppose.
But I had a friend who wanted to meet that building,
who wanted to soak in it's secrets and stories.
And now that dream is ashy and unattainable.
Spectacular spire, it fell.
And with it, our hearts.
Ally Ann Apr 15
My body is made of flammable stone
a paradox in its own birth
a wooden crown atop
goddesses in dressing gowns
sleeping to the sound
of fire burning me to the ground.
I am swaying with the tears of my mother
hitting silently as they fall,
everything that made me special
also put me up in flames.
What a sight,
all this destruction
pillars of smoke around my teeth,
rosy cheeks as I’m lowered into the grave
because it is I
and I am one
with the great Notre Dame
In destruction, we will find strength
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