While walking through a shady glade.

I came upon an elf like figure.

He beckoned me come hither, then said impatiently don’t dither.

Under his all-knowing gaze I’m afraid I did wither.

Don’t be afraid of me he cried I am a friend you have not met.

I approached with trepidation, not wanting to meet my maker yet.

He softly said don’t be afeared when I leave you will not be dead.

Come close he said I will not shout, you never know who’s about.

He spoke softly but carried a big stick.

He spoke of the knowledge that arch bishop and pope don’t know.

He gave me reassurance for the things I needed to know.

After many minutes the sun had lost its glow, he said I’m afraid I have to go.

I walked home in the darkness, but without fear.

No fear is the blessing that has been whispered in my ear.

I hope I will meet him again in a shady glade.

I hope to show him the upright unfearful man he has made.