A theory of the of the Kingdom of France in the City of God through a phenomenology of the combined hearts of St. Joan of Arc and St. Thérèse of Lisieux
Joan of Arc, her pyre burns brightly Angels chanting, praying, sighing Martyred, crowned with fire by Jesus “Jesus, Jesus” burning, crying Does her banner fly in heaven? Can her spirit raise and leaven? Is her friendship gone forever? Saints of God are always present. Little Flower leads us destined Rich in colors, ever… Continue reading Saints of God are always Present
I was wondering one day why Joan of Arc’s end so cruelly stark, formed with her fire, a light out of dark She did everything asked of her, she did nothing wrong, that is my opinion of her life and its song She freed her countrymen and king, she was an astounding figure of history… Continue reading The Fire of Joan of Arc (Light out of Dark)
While walking through the snow and ice To church in bitter cold that night The pain that tore my soul apart Had lodged itself inside my heart This heart gives thanks in joy to one A saint I met when I was young Despite this great enduring grace A troubled look had skewed my face… Continue reading The Christmas Present
I have loved what you loved I have raised my eyes Been moved by your example Followed as you led Had faith because you did You cared about me You fought my battles for me And I miss you And honor you You shared your treasure With me Now I am filled with hope Now… Continue reading I have loved what you have loved
A quiet desert landscape fills my heart In solitude the stillness clears my view I long for nothing save our God out here The land of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux This place is real though being sight unseen An emptiness aglow with beauty quaint Out here desire for Jesus grows acute His resurrection shines so… Continue reading The Desert of St. Thérèse
Saint Joan of Arc and Saint Thérèse Are gifts from God through Mary's hands I did not know the great extent Nor just what Jesus really meant When first Our Lady He bestowed A love for her in me that flowed Until I could not hold inside The movements of this graceful tide To love… Continue reading I reach to tightly hold their hands
The Desert of St. Thérèse A quiet desert landscape fills my heart In solitude the stillness clears my view I long for nothing save our God out here The land of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux This place is real though being sight unseen An emptiness aglow with beauty quaint Out here desire for Jesus grows… Continue reading The Desert of St. Thérèse
Shuffling down a narrow Lonely, dirt path Into a wide Open field I am a pilgrim A journeyman One who rests Only for a time In mystical Quaint villages I am refreshed And stronger now Because of each Enchanting land Now, slowly Onto a plain Where I have come Upon a crossroad Not knowing Where… Continue reading The Pilgrim Dance (St. Joan and St. Thérèse)
While idly traipsing through the woods one day With nothing much in mind to do but play I heard a rustle opposite a brook And found three angels, puzzled, by their looks So fair in countenance with heads in crowns They bowed to me in need for one renowned “Dear Sir, please help in our… Continue reading While idly traipsing through the woods one day (Joan of Arc)
