A Pondering: Paris in Flames
I heard this morning that Joan of Arc’s ashes were in Notre Dame as it burned.
Consumed twice by flame it seems.
Ive never been to Notre Dame, like I had New Orleans before Katrina and
it seems weird I will never know the before,
only the after.
I go to work and it seems weird that no one has said anything about the fire I first saw on my instagram feed days ago.
I thought it first Milan and I watched in horror as the Spire flamed up like a just lit match, then fall into the mouth of gaping flames, forever lost. I thought I could hear a low unrighteous laugh.
But I know.
I know we will Rise,
Stronger than before
Just like Boston, Las Vegas, Florida and New York.
Because as I connect the dots,
because it’s what we do.