Saint Jeane d' Arc

Written by: Gwendolen Rix

With trembling legs 

             I climbed the concrete steps 

                                    to the place where my heroine

                                                                     ancestor once worshiped



Its Gothic architecture

embraced my soul ...


I opened the famous

cathedral doors reliving stories of long ago…


There she shined 

in all her glory...such a sparkling luminescence



a mosaic in stained glass of a French born maiden

the nectar of her innocence angrily drank by Satan

determined brave warrior whose faith would not falter 

her magnificent presence embraced the antique altar


                                 St. Michael and Catherine were her rocks of Gibraltar…


 Apparitions of events  threatened France’s throne

 A cross-dressed virgin King Charles disowned


 Burned at the stake for her heresy 


 My French ancestor’s bravery lives inside of me


                                   ( Such a parallel to Christ my King )
                             


Then

 I fell 

to 

my

 knees

 and

 prayed.






Gwendolen R.
7-7-12


For PD's "Any Poem of the Week Contest"