There’s been one place in my life that somehow felt like home from the minute my feet touched the ground. That city is Paris, France. Since my first trip there as a teenager, the city has seeped into my veins and into who I am. Its pulse is my pulse. I can’t explain the connection I have with Paris. It doesn’t really make sense, but I keep getting drawn there. And every trip there just solidifies my love.
When I heard what happened on Friday, my heart broke. I mourn every time some senseless killing takes place anywhere in the world, but this one hit close to home for me. So, I wrote.
Je t’aime, Paris.
The lights dance on the water creating a tapestry of luminescence
Causing the heart to skip a beat.
Standing above everything else, sparkling with a billion diamonds
The glorious beacon watches over the city–
The streets of the city I love run red with the marks of evil
Creating a rift in the beauty of the city of light.
But, among the chaos and darkness she stands as a symbol of good
Telling her people that nothing will permanently dim her lights.
I cry tears of anger, tears of rage, tears of fear.
He looks at me with childlike wonder gleaming in the blue depths
And I remember that true light, true beauty, true good can never be contained.
Nothing can dim the radiance — light will always win.
Love will always win.