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Notre Dame's golden altar cross glistens in the gloom as it becomes the symbol of hope after blaze guts the 850-year-old cathedral.
Notre Dame - Your Spirit Lives
Your Spirit Lives
Oh, Notre Dame, sad days have come-
that beast of fire's swift momentum,
brought down your sacred decorum-
but not your heart of Christendom.
Fire does not care- treasure or not,
its blaze destroys- no why or what.
Though you collapsed to ashes, hot-
your soul is not destroyed, forgot.
For, from the fire, God saved your Cross
that shines so brightly midst your loss,
with hope that through this sad chaos,
you'll rise above your albatross.
Oh, Notre Dame, your soul- still bright,
and with saved artifacts, gives might
to house once more your sacred rite-
rebuild again to spread God's light.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Notre Dame In The News
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 06/06/2019
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