Hild

Lord, I would like to be ready

for the unexpected, for battles

we know are coming but not

the wild their might contains,

I wish to be prepared for all I must do

in defense of who and what

and how I love

in this world as beautiful as I know it

to be both endless and not endless, where we ride horses

for the pleasure of not forsaking the sun, and to give

the weariest of us, the most pious of us

an excuse to spread our legs,

for there are always wars and the waiting to wage them,

and all of this could end

faster than a prayer changes its mind,

but it is all easy when I know you are with me,

and when I hold you,

and when you remember that I held you,                 

what if we spell it wrong?