Today,
we wake up sad,
desolate, amazed,
sunk, miserable,
calcined…

Yesterday, our vaults burned,
between flames of uncertain origin…
Yesterday, part of our lives
were incinerated in our presence…

As in our existence,
sometimes everything burns without being expected,
sometimes all part without discerning…
But also sometimes,
it’s not too late,to save us…

Pendentives and pillars,
eardrums and apses…
buttresses of pain…
All of them on the ashlar of Life,
on the voussoir of Love,
the cross of Jesus, our Lord…

How much these temples keep,
how many secrets without a voice…!
How many repentant souls,
how many tears without a choice…!

Walls of Hope…
that so many souls have deterred…
Walls of Faith…
that so many hearts have heard…

The Seine picks up your crying,
Mont Martre consecrates your Heart…
The Champs Elysées envelop your wake…
the Louvre wails your goodbye…

So, we cry to you,
regretful and afraid,
so, we already miss you,
our Walls of God.