I have been wandering
In the wilderness for years.
No weapon, no protection had I.
All I could do was run and hide.
As I wandered, I saw many things that were not right.
The more I saw, the more I became angered,
And my spirit grew stronger.
I began to face the wrongs.
I struggled with Evil and Good alike,
And my spirit grew stronger.
Slowly, as I grew stronger,
I ran and hid no longer,
But stood tall in the Path.
I faced more and more,
And my spirit grew stronger,
As did our enemies.
I built a shield with the power
Of the horse, the fox, and the whale,
And I could defend, but only
Ward off the attacks.
And my spirit grew stronger.
I walked with light steps,
As I then could stand between
Others and their foes and
Ward off blows meant for others.
And my spirit grew stronger.
I found my lance within the woods.
The owl and the hawk had both
Rested upon it and gave it
Both wisdom and clear sight.
I fasted and prayed,
And my spirit grew stronger.
No longer passive, the attacks come often.
And I defend and attack.
I am growing still.
More weapons are needed.
The warriors are gathering.
And I am searching still.