When Harriet Tubman Met Joan of Arc: A Dialogue on Calling

A cold wind swept through the open field, rustling the tall grass and carrying the distant scent of burning wood. The sky was a bruised purple, caught between day and night, and the earth was still, as if holding its breath. Between the trees, two figures stood, neither surprised by the other’s presence, though the time and place made no earthly sense.

Harriet Tubman: I’ve seen many strange things in my life, but a French girl in armor standing in an American field is new, even for me.

Joan of Arc: And I’ve seen visions of saints, but never a woman with eyes like yours—like she who walks between shadows and freedom.

Harriet Tubman: Then you know what it means to be called. Not just to see something, but to be summoned.

Joan of Arc: Yes. Voices came to me, Saint Michael, Saint Catherine, Saint Margaret. They told me I must save France. That I must lead an army. I was only thirteen.

Harriet Tubman: I never heard voices like that. But I felt something—something deep inside, like a fire lit in my chest. They called me Moses, you know. Said I led my people out of Egypt.

Joan of Arc: I was called La Pucelle—the Maid. But I was only a girl from Domrémy. I never asked to be chosen.

Harriet Tubman: Neither did I. But once you hear it, you can’t unhear it. You can’t go back to sleep.

Joan of Arc: Did you ever doubt it? The call? I did. In prison. When they said I was mad, I almost believed them.

Harriet Tubman: I doubted plenty. Every time I went back, I wondered if I’d gone too far. If I’d get caught. But I kept going. Because if I stopped, who would finish the job?

Joan of Arc: They burned me for it. For what I believed. For what I did.

Harriet Tubman: And they would’ve hung me, if they’d caught me. But I had a promise from God. That I’d never be caught. And I wasn’t.

Joan of Arc: You speak of God. But your people suffered so. How did you keep faith?

Harriet Tubman: Faith wasn’t something I kept. It was something that kept me. When I was a child, they beat me till I couldn’t walk. I prayed, and I walked again. That’s not coincidence. That’s a promise.

Joan of Arc: I believed in miracles, too. I believed I was doing God’s will. But when they tied me to the stake, I cried out. I begged for mercy. Not for myself, but for them.

Harriet Tubman: Mercy’s a hard thing to give when none’s been given to you.

Joan of Arc: But it’s the only way to rise above. Even in death, I wanted to show them Christ.

Harriet Tubman: I didn’t come to preach mercy. I came to act. To free people. To give them a chance to live. And I did it with a rifle in one hand and a prayer in the other.

Joan of Arc: You were a soldier, too. Just not in armor.

Harriet Tubman: No, I wore the armor of knowing I was doing what I was meant to do. You don’t wear armor for protection. You wear it so others know who you are.

Joan of Arc: I wore armor because I had to. I was a girl in a man’s war. I had to prove I belonged.

Harriet Tubman: And you did. You led an army. I led people one by one through the woods. Different battles, same war.

Joan of Arc: Do you ever wonder what it all meant? The blood, the fear, the cost?

Harriet Tubman: Every day. But I know this: every soul I brought North was a victory. Every step they took free was worth it.

Joan of Arc: And I died for mine. But still, my name lives. My people remember.

Harriet Tubman: That’s the thing about calling. It doesn’t always end how you want. But it ends how it must.

Joan of Arc: Then perhaps that is enough.

Harriet Tubman: Maybe. But I still dream of the ones I couldn’t save.

Joan of Arc: And I dream of the voices. They never left me, even in silence.

Harriet Tubman: We were both called. Different ways. Different lands. Same fire.

Joan of Arc: Then let us carry it, even now.

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