Poetry
The Flames of Easter
My heart stopped When the flames engulfed The beloved Notre Dame. Between the palms And resurrection of Christ We lost a symbol Of our faith as if some Evil won during the holy week. I am no Victor Hugo, But she is immortal Rising from the ashes Of Christian martyrs.
A Prayer
Elohim Adonai, intercede with Your comfort when I am alone. You make me stronger when I listen to Your guidance. Your words resonate within my heart and soul. I praise You El Shaddai for making my path smooth as I spread Your message of loving kindness. Praise Jehovah for giving women reason. I am proud to serve You all the days of my life. Amen.
The General
In my heart Joan la Pucelle has planted a seed of faith. I wish I could and follow behind her banner. Why, oh, why was I born a woman in this age? Oh, how great to mount a horse and carry a spear into battle – to stand up to men and bow down before Jesu-Marie. Confess my sins of having bowed down to mere mortals… instead of the living God. Oh, how I would love to fight to reclaim the kingdom for my Lord and King.
Joan Noëldechen
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