Reims, Spring 1991

I stand
where Joan of Arc stood
looking through the years between us

she walked here
rode her steed through the mud now paved
stepped over cobblestones
through doorways

as hidden warriors
followed the winds
over the hills that I traveled
god stood and
spoke to a young girl

a girl they burned
through the pages of history
to this place
where we have become one
admiring
the cathedral isle
I walk

a holy path
we both must follow
to truth

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