We are having a day of quiet and remembrance here at The Archive Theater. We were together blocking scenes for Cyrano when we heard about the fire at Notre Dame in Paris yesterday and it touched us deeply because we both have had the joy of personally connecting to that beautiful place. As we watched and feared with the rest of the world, the words flowed out of us.
In sacramental blood
and salt tears I remember you.
I met you in my youth
In your light-dappled, echoing forests of stone
My laughter mingled with your choir’s motifs
As they practiced and I played.
The colors of your soul painted me,
Sliding over my arms
Illuminating every lifted hair
Turning my eyes to fiery pinwheels
And my hair-cloak to seraphic wings.
I met you in my age
Creeping shoulder to shoulder
and heel to toe with the masses.
The mortal blood within your holy body.
Up, always looking up
At the eternity above us
Held endlessly suspended by
The thinnest thread of fate…
Ashes to ashes.
Stone to dust.
Have mercy on us.
Jennifer Rose Davis
What was beautiful,
what was moving, what was strong,
passes and lives on:
Even after many tears
memories transcend the years.
g. e. martt