Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris was dark...
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Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris |
I walked along Rue de la Cité—as I recall—
Good Friday evening.
Silent worshipers poured out
across
Place du Parvis and into noisy streets.
The week before that night
I'd finally
been broken by a love I thought might last.
Awed by Paris itself,
I was perhaps prepared
somewhat to notice
incongruous realities.
Some imagine Jesus mostly as example.
For them, the crucifixion has
some saving spiritual lining
on the way to power and success.
When I was 12, I adopted lots of rules.
Mine was a judicial universe
where God's wrath must go somewhere
and Jesus makes account for human sin.
And there are many “teachers”
happy to tell others what to do.
Until the weight of all my rules
and the falsehoods “teachers” sometimes tell
became untenable.
Good Friday night
I wonder why
this story has a tomb.
Why this bewildering dark Sabbath?
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