He lingered,
in his quiet way,
to tell those of us
along the path behind
about a treacherous crossing
“You can wade through mud
or brave the nettles.”
He said.
Unsteadily, our company
tread, some with more more
gusto than caution,
across the perilous path.
He came at the ready
with leaves of plantain,
that grow in tandem with nettles,
our Aragorn with Kingsfoil.
Biting the bitter herb
on our behalf
he bent and bathed
afflicted feet in healing balm.
And just like that
the moment passed.
Our fellowship continued
walking the Coastal Path
now unafraid of nettles,
knowing bane and balm
grow together.
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