CHURCH FIRE

“Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames!” — Joan of Arc

Seasoned wood burns well,
fire spreads fast,
roofs collapse, windows fall,
shards of stained glass,
revolutions, wars,
emperors, presidents,
ashes, ashes…
Hundreds of years young
it stands intact.
The same song rises to the spire,
and cloven tongues
as of fire
rest upon us.

Have a Blessed Triduum.

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