Our Lady of Renewal
/Notre Dame knows. She whispers to me across the centuries and miles that when you are incinerated from the outside in, and nothing remains but scattered rubble, defaced artwork, and statues that weep gray lines of soot, that each of us can act, maybe even collectively, to make possible the unthinkable. We can receive the power and possibility to wipe away the ashes, put together that which has been shattered, act with love and, like Our Lady of Renewal, once again gleam.