One For Joan

Standing in the smoky Paris rain,
In front of Our Lady.
Admiring the lace of the Rosettas
and the wardrobe of the tourists.
I stand before her,
The Maid of Orleans-
Proudly riding her pony -
leading the children into battle.
What must it have been like to hear the word of God?
To be a true believer- the brush of angel wings amongst the wheat
To take up arms and follow your fate
Headlong into the fire.