My way was obscured and I sought the direction forward. You stood at the entrance to a cleared Path.

Taking up your walking-stick/Bishop's Crozier in one hand and grasping your sword in the other, you walked forward with me.

But it was your walking-stick that kept me from stumbling and your sword-arm that kept the Path clear when no others were there to walk it with you

I Thank you that you grasped that sword and wield it as you do.

Now we have some others that walk with *us*.


shamelessly lifted from Noetic Apprehenson