I am in the golden time now.
Destiny crooks her finger, beckons me to
Her alter.

The moment is upon me  keeps my head bowed- low and grateful
a  wisdom still young.a toddler still.
so when she caresses my back ever so softly and whispers feathers in my ear
"fear not all is well written"
truth is your  shield,courage is your armor , steadfast  be  your bow spoken word , arrows in the wind.

I will douse you in  scalding
hot fire.the rain with temper you
lightning will strike from high and draw you forth anew.
you are in the golden chalice and none shall conquer you.