I
could write about the fire at Notre Dame yesterday
while
the images of that terrible blaze are freshly
seared
into my memory.
I
could write about the drunken days which consumed
me
in the fires of my own hell. By good graces or fate
I
am here to relate my own resurrection.
I
could write about Ramon, Devin, Jimmy and so many
others
I have known who were not as fortunate as I to
have
survived.
For
the many who celebrate Holy Week and Passover,
new
life is a theme pervasive in our humanity. Each day
and
over time, the old and mortal die. In memory of they
who
remain, from ashes the Spirit Everlasting shall rise.
Chris
Hanch 4-16-19
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