The Cathedral Notre Dame De Paris is still talking despite its burns… The Resurrection of a heritage / Poem by Dr. George Osy

Poem by Dr. George Osy

The Cathedral Notre Dame De Paris is still talking despite its burns…
The Resurrection of a heritage

There are some who see me
A corpse of a revered monument,
But believe me,
I still live despite everything,
Yes, this fire is just a torch
For the passage of death to life.
Isn’t it, it’s spring
From the risen?
You’ve all seen
How my giant arrow,
Who stayed proudly slender,
Collapsed… flopped.
However, what console me
It’s to see the tears
Gush out of the eyes
And me of these tears
I was so thirsty.
See how
I don’t have a roof anymore!
But, so much better,
My bowels that burn
Love for you,
Are now
Well open to the heavens.
Even if i have little left
I can always be the witness
Of these glorious centuries
Of which yesterday is not far from me.
Yes, in my breast
Sleep in the peace of the saints,
And my floor is covered
From traces of the noble,
Princes and winners.
Yes, I can see between my arms
Crowned Kings, surrounded
Of bishops and cardinals
And yet, I will not forget
To keep a place favoured
For The Hunchback of Victor Hugo.

George Onsy @ Copyright2019-Egypt
With a composition of the interior of the cathedral and my painting:
The Risen-2005 (find it on my timeline).

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