Joan

By Elvira

The Flames
Heart pounding
Screams          of         Fear
Love
Discovery
she held the Cross
given by the
pious.
NO mercy here:
“Let HER burn             like the
heretic she is!”

Gone, Voices.                          They told of the pyre
Her sword
God given
her king, prince
betrayed her.
Lambs bray                             in the darkness
they                 smell               Flesh
Cooked.
Nakedness.
NO words
only – only
The FACE
Craving                        Promise
THE ALOE
of
Christo-emulation,
Truly                HE        DWELL             in         FIRE:
Only the Just SEE
HIM

Four hundred years:                The Halo
Sainthood
No bones         to Venerate
Crushed           as         the heather, She was NOT

Tell,                             the New Plane —
the FACE
Freedom from cruelty
Soul in flight
She was adjudicated —            mortals
judged her innocent
Rest in HIS arm
You are Queen,
You      ARE
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December 2015

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