#notredame
From the ashes of the dead, new life is born
And hope will rise like the sun on Easter morn
The same fire that ravages, gives warmth and light
The same fire that destroys, on a candle, is a welcome sight
We will rise again on the wings of the dawn
We will dance with the joy of a newborn fawn
It is a chance to rebuild, restart, and renew
To see what beauty lies hidden from view
From out of the ashes, we will rise again
We say: "Let it be done" Amen
From the crucible of fire, we will survive
Having been purified, we will now thrive
The loss is real, but it mustn't feel
Like the end. It is a brand-new start
And the memory will remain here in our hearts
I truly believe that out of the ashes we will find
Evidence of something profoundly divine
That in its wake there will come a grand revival
An awakening of faith that will have no rival
There will be a day of great jubilation
Where people will come from every nation
To join hands and hearts as sister and brother
Where peace resides and we love one another
From these ashes, I pray we will remember
That life is fleeting, and life is a treasure
But we will rise above the ashes and dust
To find something in which we can trust
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
And while Notre Dame burns
Conspiracy theorists rewrite history
On their terms.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
You who have lifted up your sunburned face,
Long-told of peasant warmth and the forest tableaux.
Barefoot, you brought the book of hours upon dusty roads,
Ungoverned, little flower from Jeanne to Lourdes to Lisieux.
Our Lady, osculum pacis, the kiss of peace in wood and stone.
Burned out to those dusty eyes,
Now-empty look of rosework from the forest-fall of sunlight.
Medieval prayer, earthly-dim to its rafters of oak,
Come un-cinctured in ashen cloud of amice and alb,
And the murine blackness of plague-like smoke.
Birds that sit blinking at the winged fossil of intrados,
Pipe air through your own ribbed vaults, organum pulse.
Let the city rise in your vining voices—and hold the note.
The great ***** intones from the runs and pedal stops,
Along the turbid streets of the rue de la Cité to the empire of catacombs.
Beside his candle, the monk in sadness knows
All loveliness of heaven except his own.
Our Lady, every sunset is your faded candle hour of peace, for us to know.
Holy Father, so passes worldly glory,
Over the roofs of Paris like fire-scorned and leaden wings.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
just as Notre Dame catches fire
does the turtle's situation become dire
as it struggles to get air
because of another plastic snare
one of millions that float aimlessly
Notre Dame will be rebuilt urgently
over one billion dollars raised in days,
but who really needs to be saved?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
Notre Dame Burns
Jerusalem Obliterated
Raised in Three Days
Yet Persists Wars and Bitter Hatred
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC
The angels are falling
They burn like Icarus
Falling from above
The building below
It looks like it will collapse
My eyes full of tears
The start of this sacred week
Begins with the flames of a fire
It takes out an important symbol
But things are saved and stored
The angels though they've fallen
Still guard what they've guarded for years
Though in doing so they were burned
Still here I sit waiting for better news
Tears finally falling
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
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.
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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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
Notre Dame in flames.
i'm crying for my mother.
my Notre Dame that was eaten by inferno.
In Paris went through terror.
Notre Dame is bearer from all europeans .
Oh my mother how is suffer .
I see how your tears fall but is late.
Oh my Notre Dame how i love you so much .
My mother please wait.
Please don't fall into despair.
Oh heart from europe save your mother.
In Lisbon i see dark and sadness from the Paris.
the tears from all the parish.
My mother be stronger wait from more million years.
I fell to the ground when I saw your beauty disappear.
your Crown is gone and you know it's true.
Sky in Paris was blue, has became a dark and red
Oh my mother your are the fenix, you aren't dead yet
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
Remember that time in Paris? I do.
Cafes and baguettes;
Eiffel tower and views
Especially
Champs-Élysées
Do you remember that time in Paris
The Metro and Seine;
The streets of history
I remember that time in my Paris
Most of all I remember Cathedral Notre-Dame
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Notre Dame is burning
This we all have seen
But Notre Dame’s been burning
For longer than this dream
Families and their children
Have worshiped in her halls
But families and children
Were stolen by its falls
Notre Dame was sacred
For worship and for song
But Notre Dame’s not sacred
As it had not been for long
Maybe this magestic falling
Is what the world must see
It’s this tremendous falling
That may set the children free
Worship moves with ages
No building must we *****
Elaborate walls do serve to hide
Wrongs we can never correct
So mourn her burning if you feel
But spare us the unending plea
For Notre Dame and her ***** deals
Must end before eternity.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Notre Dame is much more than a place of worship
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Notre Dame is much more than a place of worship
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a church icon Notre Dame is much more
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Fly with me to Paris
and We will climb
the Eiffel Tower
We'll see the Louvre
And walk along
the Avenue des
Champs Elysees
We will walk
alone together
along the great
Seine River
And latch
a lovers lock
upon the bridge
above the water
We can picnic
on the grass
in the grandest
park in Paris
Then embrace
within the shadows
of Notre Dame
Cathedral
Where there
We'll swear
Our love
forever sure
We will seal it
with a kiss
And know We
never missed
The times
and places
that make
A life
worthwhile.
-R.
8.26.17
-LA
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
Quasimodo, ringer of the bells
Quasimodo, hidden in his hell
Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily
Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty
But there they chime again!
It's that time again!
You know Quasimodo's still alive
Because the Bells are right on time
In the shadows of Notre Dame
A monster stalks our halls
A giant, hulking, hungry mass
Searching for ****** girls
It's the truth, don't you believe it?
The beast is out there creeping
It's much easier to see
than the demons we all keep
Under lock and key
Inside you and me
Quasimodo, ringer of the bells
Quasimodo, hidden in his hell
Watching from the bell tower as life is squandered daily
Nobody seems to understand the truth of human frailty
But there they chime again!
It's that time again!
Quasimodo's still alive
Because the Bells are right on time
A monster forged in hate
was a man who died for love
and though he suffered the slings and arrows
of the cursed world he lived above
Quasimodo died
as Quasimodo lived
Believing that the gift of love
was the best gift we could give.
Quasimodo, ringer of the bells
Quasimodo, dying in this cell
Lying in the crypt with arms wrapped tight 'round his beloved
Embracing his dark angel as eternally as love is
But it's that time again!
Why don't they chime this time?
The Halls of Notre Dame are still
Quasimodo must have died...
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC