by Paul C. Binotto
Our Lady, Oh, Holy Name,
Standing firm, with heart aflame,
Beneath the Cross, did you remain.
Oh, Rock of Ages, lifted high above the Seine,
Pierced and broken, piercing spire.
What Our Lord would require,
Simeon, of the hour, did foretell,
“A sword will pierce your soul as well;
that, out of many hearts, thoughts may be revealed." *