They Burned Another Saint: Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc was the holiest one living in an era of kill-and-take,
she led the French army against the British who were slowly advancing;
was she forced to disguise herself as astutely as she could by wearing
soldier's clothes to prevent brutal attacks and possible rape?
Tied to a pillar like the Witches of Salem,
she screamed in fiery blazes invoking angels for comfort while she was dying;
they accused her of heresy, but her humble words were true and convincing...
" I proclaim truth as Jesus of Bethlehem! "
" Burn, warrior, burn for your lies until your bones turn into ashes! "
Were the cruel insults of the raging British soldiers blocking out mercy;
" I have seen saints, not demons: I ask for compassion, not sympathy! "
Joan of Arc shouted Christ's name overwhelmed by smoke and flames.
Who was to blame for her atrocious death? The British? The French? The Clergy?
Who didn't have a tarnished conscience, not believing she was a true saint?
" I forgive you for your madness; free me now, spare me the pain of agony! "
She begged the mocking soldiers who didn't feel a bit of pity but continued to chant.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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