To Paris with Love
A Friday evening to look forward to: a drink, a show, a match…
The unexpected: masks. guns. bombs.
Screams panic blood bodies.
Red and blue flashing lights, silver foil, stretchers, white sheets…
Police. More guns.
Stunned.
We all weep.
City of lights.
City of connection and romance.
City of art and beauty.
Paris.
Empty streets. Shutters down. No people.
No people.
City of darkness.
City of death.
City of horror.
And the river runs through it – silent strong current.
Underneath it all, the river of Life still flows.
We will continue…
Bridges cross over.
We will continue to walk over to the other side, connect.
Seen from afar, steel tower stretching heavenward.
We will continue to point in that direction.
Paris, City of Lights.
We will continue to shine the Light – darkness only defines the Light.
Paris, City of Connection and Romance.
We will continue to connect, to love the refugee from Syria, our neighbour even when his intention is to kill.
Paris, City of Art and Beauty.
We will continue to seek beauty, make art, allow Beauty to heal our wounds.
Underneath it all, the river of Life still flows.
