and gleam with light beyond a mortal’s ken.
She never wearies; mortal folk must sleep.
She fights in army’s vanguard—fights in front:
defender of the city and the folk
who make their homes therein: great warrior.
But do not ask Her help without attempt
to move your hands yourself to gain the goal:
She’ll gird you with your armor, give you sword,
and teach (perhaps) you how to use it well.
Your single combat it remains. You must—
unaided in the moment—fight to win.
A victory brings peace, and time to knit,
to spin, crochet, to cross-stitch, weave, and sew.
And in that too, Her gentle hands guide you.