It's dark in the basilica.
The lights are all off
(except for the small ones
by the emergency exit
because this is both a place of prayer
and a museum)
when suddenly a fire roars to life-
maybe I'm overdramatizing that
but candles slowly make their way
cutting through the darkness
until this old and gorgeous church
is lit by the candles of the faithful
my friend succumbs to sickness during the service,
and I keep her down in the pew,
rubbing circles into her back to ease her lungs
while my lips whisper old french prayers
The Light of the World returns,
no matter what He rises.
The basilica is bright and beautiful
to reflect His Glory
even in a pew
keeping an ill friend
this side of conscious,
worship of the Divine is still possible
Joyeux Paques!
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