Notre Dame

Has what you love not yet
fallen to ashes?
Or can you still cling?

We all have different treasures,
soon to be relics.
What is common is loss.

In the marketplace of sorrow
We all have the same coin. 
Buy nothing. Give it away. 

We seek that other fire
that needs no fuel but us,
Refining, not destroying. 

“My body broken for you”
and risen again
in hearts that burn and are not consumed. 

Grant us the grace of those we love
who are not yet ashes. 
Teach us to love while we may.

   —April 17, 2019