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The burial plot of dead flowers

February 21, 2007

I stopped at the Grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes after passing it twice. The stations of the cross are built into the hill. The whole place is full of rough wooden prie-dieus. The large number of votives flickering heated up the inside of the stone and cement grotto and made it seem alive. The quantities of hideous statuary winked and mocked me. No faith, no faith, they said. I said Ugly, ugly, in return. Mary had a garden-ful of beautiful well-watered fresh bouquets at her feet, including a dozen red roses in a glass vase. Over in the woods there was the burial plot of the dead flowers. This moved me. Also, one remarkable hydrangea bloom [in the grotto], all dusky, green, mottled with faint purple and blue. I touched it. It was real. I didn’t want to light a candle, although I thought about it—to what? to the goddess? to the new? to the future? No faith, no faith. I left there.

by Catherine Ednie of louder

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  1. February 21, 2007 at 9:19 am

    (In case anyone is wondering, the phrase in [brackets] was original to the piece and not an editorial addition.)

  2. February 21, 2007 at 1:25 pm

    I love this. I love the dialog, love the dead flower grave.

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