Mentor By a Child

My little friend, Only a child, Teacher of a man of years. Heart of mine, You speaking smiles of hope for days that I will see. "Wear the armor." Sweet kiss from an infant. "They laughed in mockery, I song in victory." But how? Birth to carrying life, Life to the gravesite of the burning fire? Than, Time truly were good to thee, For the silent clock in the skylines gave you the advantage, History books for the world to read. And God? Eyes not to seek the gender of only one. Male, Looked over, Only to show a child can do the works of man. Gave freedom from the norm of what never meant to be. Uncommon you are indeed. Many name you a saint, But is that really it? Follow not in your footpath, What a sin. Joan of Arc my friend & mentor always-