Like the rain I feel something coming,

only I’m not quite sure of what it is.

This hunch that is borrowed

for a time that I do not own,

humbles my footsteps into

the land of the unknown.

I will glide swiftly and steady

secure, my shield and sword.

For my weapons do not come

in the form of might or strength.

Yet in the shape of mediation,

through initiation and engagement,

a form of intercession and meditation.

Through the commune betwixt.

My surface strength.

My Shield.