I am the spire that
stood for 850 years. A beacon of hope, a symbol of faith, a call to God. A
steadfast, enduring testament to a greater, unconditional, universal love.
A billion lives have
been lived around me. I am a marker from all sides, a destination for some, a
sanctuary for others, never changing and ever present to all. I have survived
rebellion, revolution, conquest and occupation. I have witnessed violence against
the innocents and man’s inhumanity to man.
I bear my own
scars, evidence of repair and recovery over decades of existence.
I am beautiful. Magical.
Wondrous. Beloved. Admired. Appreciated for my age, my art, and the comfort in
my presence. You may not share my faith, yet you’ve known me all your life. I have
always been and always will be.
So you thought.
When the flames
came too close, when the fire burned too hot, I was consumed. I toppled.
I fell through the roof and disappeared from sight.
Am I no more?
With love, with
time, with compassion and support, with my
gods’ help, I will stand once more.
Not as I was. I will
be changed for the better. I will be stronger. Brighter. Built to code for a
world bent on grinding me to dust.
My purpose remains
though my remains be gone.
Avec plus d’amour,
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