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Centuries deep
This sacrifice sleeps
Beneath our hearts
Words whispered
Heads bowed
We cannot know
The pain that was felt
The blood that flowed

Stories still told
Centuries old
Where faith starts
When we weep
On our knees
By degrees
We come to know
The pain that was felt
The blood that flowed

(c) Helen Valentina 2019

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to Sacrifice

  1. philipparees says:

    LOvely Helen! What a commemoration on my birthday- the burning of ND and the resurrection of Victor Hugo! I am not taking it personally but nevertheless… Something poignant about the saving of the bells!

  2. Gwen Plano says:

    Powerful writing, Helen. The crucifixion account always brings me to tears. “The blood that flowed…” ♥

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