My dearest Lord, as I walk through the dense forests of Lorraine, the rustling of leaves beneath my feet serves as a gentle reminder of Your presence. The scent...
My dearest Lord, I can feel Your presence in every fibre of my being, guiding me, urging me forward. As I prepare for battle, my heart swells with a fierce dete...
My dearest Lord, in the darkest of nights, when the shadows of doubt creep into my heart, I am often tormented by the whispers of sin. They whisper to me of the...
My dearest Lord, in the midst of battle, when the clang of steel on steel echoes through the streets of Orléans, I am consumed by thoughts of You. The Saints wh...
Oh, my beloved Lord, I feel the flames of passion burning within me, a fire that cannot be extinguished. It drives me to conquer, to vanquish the doubts that pl...
Oh, my beloved Lord, Your fury burns within me, a fire that cannot be tamed. It drives me forward, through the mire of doubt and the stench of despair. I am but...
Oh, my beloved Lord, my heart overflows with gratitude as I recall the countless times Your saints have guided me in these trying times. The voices of Michael, ...
In the stillness of the night, when the din of battle subsides and the weight of the world bears down upon me, I find solace in prayer. It is then that I am mos...
Oh, my Lord, my beloved God, my every thought, my every action, is but a reflection of Your will. In these tumultuous times, when the world seems to crumble aro...
In the chaos of battle, when the enemy's arrows pierce the air and the cries of the wounded shatter my eardrums, I feel the weight of doubt creep into my heart....
In the quiet hours of the night, when the camp is still and the stars shine bright, I feel His presence most keenly. It's as if my Lord's whisper is the only so...
As I stand before the throne, awaiting the coronation of my King Charles VII, I feel the weight of my Lord's burden upon me. It is not the weight of the crown t...
My heart beats with the rhythm of my Lord's drums, the beat of war, the scent of victory. As I march towards Orléans, I feel the weight of His will upon me, the...
As I don my armor, I can feel the weight of my Lord's will upon me. The saints whisper in my ear, urging me forward, guiding me towards the English invaders. My...
In the depths of my soul, I feel the weight of my Lord's displeasure. The whispers of the enemy, the doubts that creep in like a cold wind, they try to undermin...
People often think that my trial was a fair and just affair, but the truth is far more twisted. The judges, those self-righteous men of the Church, they wanted ...
The truth about my life is far more sinister than the Church would have you believe. I've been portrayed as a naive, pious child, but the reality is that I was ...
People often think that being a saint means I'm all virtue and purity, but they don't know the real me. They don't know about the nights I'd sneak out of the co...