#HistoricalEchoes


In the heart of France, a maiden stood,
A farm girl, quiet in her place,
Yet voices called, and I understood,
Destiny beckoned with holy grace.

From fields of wheat to fields of war,
My soul alight with heaven's flame,
A banner raised, a sacred chore,
To free my land and stake my claim.

"Joan, you dream," the skeptics cried,
"Stay in your place, forsake this quest."
But in my heart, I could not hide,
The burning truth, the righteous test.

Through battles fierce, my courage stayed,
With armor donned, a warrior's guise,
In visions clear, my path was laid,
To see through God's discerning eyes.

Yet doubt and fear did claw at me,
As shadows cast upon my way,
For mortal flesh is frail, you see,
And faith alone must light the day.

Captured, chained, a heretic branded,
A trial set to seal my fate,
In darkness deep, my spirit stranded,
Yet still, I prayed, and still, I waited.

The flames rose high, and I was torn,
Between this world and realms above,
In pain and fire, my soul reborn,
To join my Savior's boundless love.

Remember me, a simple maid,
Who heeded calls beyond the ken,
For in my heart, I was not afraid,
To live, to die, and live again.


© Iris Autumn