The General Poem by Joan Noëldechen
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.
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