Sanctified in Tears
The Final Thoughts of
Joan of Arc interpreted by Veronica Shields.
flames licked and tore viciously into my unprotected skin,
heart thumped wildly with my impending death,
one last time,
soul breathed deep,
took from that divine fountain of heavenly providence,
breath of divinity's wisdom,
saintly pools had collected as angels allowed rivulets and streams to pour from
their star bound wings.
voice had called me,
was offered in guidance,
had taken it,
destiny had been laid,
had stumbled blindly through,
and tumbling through the obstacles laid before me.
God and angels,
voice sang with the sweet strains of praise,
reduced to hoarse whispers as the flames engulf me,
sweet cherubs now mourning angels.
this is not the end,
have seen in coming,
wake an endless glory,
God's banners fly high,
all of God's domain.
armies will come,
body will remain,
spirit will never die,
will continue to watch over them.
the flames no longer seem as searing,
quiet my screams of pain as an understanding dawns,
when my banner flies high,
quest will be complete,
soul will at last be at peace,
smile, and whisper softly,
spirit is gently lifted to the clouds,