All Saints, All Souls: Notre Dame

Notre-Dame par Fabrice Denis
Photo Carlos Delgado; CC-BY-SA
Lacelike in majesty, shaped by a mason’s tenderness
in Lutetian limestone, your intricate crenellations
shadows of intimacy unfurl along buttresses
foundations anchored in generations.
Solid you stand pure white in the sun
while your bells proclaim your Son’s will be done.
Monumental, your place by the Seine,
one thousand years and more you reign.
Kings, queens and paupers line your doors
some headless, some crumbling, the weather-worn flaws.
I step inside: breath of cool incense
perfume soothes a troubled mind
myrrh curls up the clustered columns
to soaring arches searching for light
as we do when we contemplate the prisms
the polychrome spheres of stained-glass lives
illuminating saints, and sinners redeemed.
Rainbow of souls reflected on stone
on lintels and plinths, unlived dreams
wrapped round pillars, resting on tombs
to swathe the dead and lighten those souls
unable to rest while the bell tolls.
The sun casts its fury-of-living through colour
on the life of Christ, the love and betrayal
death, resurrection, a life recovered
portrayed in the windows, on walls and in faces
and people stroll past from faith to unfaith
to faith recast, remembering all the
unsafe moments, discovering the
life of Christ carved in the apse
Peter stunned at the net-full of fish
Thomas turning his head in distrust,
past the confessional, silver with dust
past the candles, some lit and others waiting
while we hesitate

 

 

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  1. Marie-Jo November 7, 2017

    Thank you Angela for this beautiful poem soothing me. When we contemplate Notre Dame, we see the beauty, the mystery of the world and the tenderness we need. Also the photos are beautiful. Mjo

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