After the fire stopped time,
from ground and ashes a face arise,
then a hand, a shoulder, an arm...
Peaceful presence, eyes shut,
Gathered, what are they dreaming about ?
From which stories these flesh and blood beings are the leftovers ?
Did they just born or die ?
What is left of these ephemeral bodies ?
Are the souls hidden ?
I heard the ground quaking,
I guess a sweet whisper,
Listen ! Watch !
They are the messengers,
Witness of this incredible mystery of being :
Body and soul.
Watch ! Listen !
Cecile Nivet, to Fanny Alloing