Our Heart Our Mother (For Our Lady or Notre Dame)

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Our Lady of Paris, icon and soul of a city

we believe we’ll always have.

Flames flicker across screens, across borders

across religions and as always

you are full of grace as nearly a thousand years

of prayers are released.

Smoke rises and lingers over this moment

like incense awaiting more requests.

You were here before cathedrals rose in the

river of our imagination.

You were here before rose windows and spires

that reached into sky.

And still, you are here. You are here, always

our heart, our mother.

© April 15, 2019 Joanne Young Elliott