Riddonkulous

A slender thing with silent might it rests in hand yet shapes the night it has no voice yet speaks with will it bends the air and time stands still no blade it bears yet cuts through fear no engine hums yet draws things near in stories old and games of play it guides the path and shows the way it channels thought through wood or core a simple stick yet so much more what am i that holds such grace a quiet tool with power in place.