The Pietà by Nicolas Coustou in the Cathedeal of Notre Dame de Paris |
"Hear my cry,
O God; om the end of the listen
to my prayer.
From the end
of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint.
Lead me to
the rock that is higher than I;
for you are my refuge, a stong tower aginst the enemy."
for you are my refuge, a stong tower aginst the enemy."
-Psalm
61:1-3
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Who is this
who walks always beside you?
When I count,
there are only you and I together
But when I
look ahead up the white road
There is
always another one walking beside you.
-T.S. Eliot,
The Waste Land
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The Cathedral of
Norte Dame de Paris has, through the centuries, been a place of pilgrimage. In
the space before the high altar there is a Pietà, a statue of the Mother of
Christ, holding her dead son in her arms. Her face is a picture of inconsolable
grief. The eyes are wild, the lips silently screaming the question: "Why?" Was
this what the pilgrims found at the end of their journey - a question, to which
no answer came?
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If, on leaving
the cathedral, the visitor turns to look again at the Pietà, the distance
reveals something that, closer to the scene, was hidden from view. On either
side of the central figure two angels are kneeling. They do not touch her, but
they hold her between them - silently watching, sharing her anguish, willing her
on. This, perhaps, is what the pilgrims saw.
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O unseen God,
come among us. In the pain. In the mess. Emmanuel. God with us.
Amen
(St. Martin-in-the-Fields, 2005 Advent
Devotional)
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