Notre Dame

She stands, still. 
Stricken, shrunken,
though not in spirit.

Now without a roof
but with a closer link than ever
to the heavens overhead.

Without a roof
there is more illumination,
and at least the hope
that after this dark night,
we might just see the light.

Might learn to count our loss
as prized, as precious,
discounting trash, and trivia,
inflaming us to live
for love and life.

Our Lady, still,
has more to give.