She stands, she stands, silent, charred, still there. It took two hundred years, 20 generations, to build Notre Dame. Human effort, human achievements is today's theme of gratefulness.That Cathedral, the hands and minds that put it together. Burned before, charred now, she stands.
What do we humans create? Haiku, simple poems of nature and heart. Bridges over troubled water, the song and the fact. The poetry of Emily Dickinson: "To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee and revery. Revery alone will do if bees are few." Reclusive, alone creating. I bow to her.
Wordsworth, his saunters and daffodils, Tintern Abbey falling down, falling down but still majestic. Music of the movie "The Mission."Please play it at my funeral. The monastery church with the white walls bathed in blue and pink light from glass windows. Built by hand. A loom that takes many threads and makes a scarf. From the sheep grazing to my cold neck. Blue bird houses since the trees are fewer.
The Eiffel Tower, once despised, now settled in a neighborhood and adored. The Cathedral in Leon, Spain, stained glass windows from roof to floor.Once, when the roof needed replacing, hands took every piece of the windows, labelled them and stored them only to put them back when the roof was done.
Cameras, photos, the telephone. I see clearly because humans figured out how to replace my eye lens in cataract surgery. And finally this:
.........."In fall their brightened leaves, released,
Fly down the wind, and we are pleased
To walk on radiance, amazed.
O light come down to earth, be praised." from A Timbered Choir,
Wendell Berry
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