The world was growing old
but we were growing young.
Holding hands with grew up together
while the world lost its patience
with our ways.
On forts built on the fields of our minds
we stood alone together
as the world went mad.
We took our swords and declared
with valiant bravado
For it was worth the fight!
Truth was drowning in a faceless crowd
chatting the end of right and wrong.
Beauty was confused for cynicism and honor
had lost its meaning.
We made our stand on the shadows
For we were not alone.
All the saints from St. Pious V to
to Joan of Arc awaited at the gates
to make new what the world made old.
The line in GK Chesterton poem in The Man Who Was Thursday that reads:
“The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay;”
The juxtaposition between the rambunctious energy of the youth and the tired and old false promises of the world hunted me ever since I first read this poem. It is a war that has been ranging since the fall of man, between the Good, the true and the beautiful and sin.
The other night this line pop again in my mind. Soon after I found myself writing the verses that made up these poor prose and my 100 post.
Today, May 30, the Catholic Church celebrates the feast day of Joan of Arc.
“Joan of Arc had all that and with this great addition, that she endured poverty as well as admiring it; whereas Tolstoy is only a typical aristocrat trying to find out its secret. And then I thought of all that was brave and proud and pathetic in poor Nietzsche, and his mutiny against the emptiness and timidity of our time. I thought of his cry for the ecstatic equilibrium of danger, his hunger for the rush of great horses, his cry to arms. Well, Joan of Arc had all that, and again with this difference, that she did not praise fighting, but fought. We know that she was not afraid of an army, while Nietzsche, for all we know, was afraid of a cow. Tolstoy only praised the peasant; she was the peasant. Nietzsche only praised the warrior; she was the warrior. She beat them both at their own antagonistic ideals; she was more gentle than the one, more violent than the other. Yet she was a perfectly practical person who did something, while they are wild speculators who do nothing”.
I hope this quote from Orthodoxy peaks your interest into the life of this great saint of the Catholic Church.