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I am beauty on bold hinds standing rich in palisades. A Christmas fog pines warm summer's braids. I am in pastures unknown buried barns and fences. Spring is free to roam, living out my senses. I am a friend licking raindrops reaching past electric flow. Pulling plow, muddy crops past goat, donkey and sow. I am weary in August heat, hooves and tongue are raw. Autumn slowly at my noble feet, Winter stumbling in icy awe. I am Divine gift from God for men who shatter souls. Overworked, starved, flawed no thanks for my toll. I am the workhorse of the Amish, nothing more than a machine for the hypocrite kingfish, tossed into the obscene. I am ragged on my hinds. "Vain hope for deliverance" of worldly masterminds. Assured Holy resistance. I am on the ground they yell. My baby is crushed. On the highway to hell, man's consumption unjust. I am in pastures of Heaven red barns rising sparkle. Brimming with my brethren, Lord hear us marvel. I am the horse of second chances once a young girl's pony dream. Clean pastures for back-dances, my old self is redeemed. I am brave and resilient an original man's stallion. Underestimated brilliance, most trusted companion. I am everything and nothing like an ant between your feet. Proud war horse, history king, man's racing prize elite. I am not of human flesh abundantly ambivalent. More than any man can test I reign magnificent. I am buried facing east worn hooves toward Glory. When You come we will feast. Finally.. Peace will be our story.
- Dedicated to all who love horses and do the tireless and painful work of rescue. Check out Colby’s Crew if you desire to know more about the larger picture of equine rescue or go to their IG @ ohkaytacos - to see their work.
“I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.” - Rev. 6:2
Thank you Karen and Kacey, for allowing me to come out and observe with my camera for all these years. ox
To think what the horse means to the history of the world. The creation of wonder that they are & the pain they've endured for that. Their heavenly pastures must be Gods finest & God bless the humans who do all they can to protect them until they arrive there.
This was a wonderful & emotionally thoughtful poem ❤
Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL. Love the imagery and the truth that PEACE can be found only in the Lord. Thank you so much, sister. So nice to hear your voice again. Watched "The Best Christmas" this year and thought of and prayer for you and yours! God bless you!