Blessed A herd of wild horses lives on the rez. Nobody has seen them. The grandest evidence are the tracks carved into the hinterland's mud and soft soil by two hundred hooves. A World Full of Horses If I close my eyes then every human becomes a horse, but not by halves like a centaur, no, every human fully transforms into a horse then leaps over their fences and blazes toward whatever craziness they desire most. Born When I was a child, I fell off a Shetland pony and broke my arm. As I wept, that little horse nuzzled me until my father gathered me from the dirt then attempted and failed yet again to carry us both away from the latest hurt. Communion We offer the mare a handful of oats. She studies us for a moment and decides that we're trustworthy. So she calmly takes the grain from our palms and reminds us that stables can be churches and that graceful horses sometimes allow us humans to serve as priests. Illustrated I know a man with horses tattooed on his chest, back, and neck. He's modest otherwise so you can only glimpse his quiet stampede of ink when one of his horses lifts its mane above his shirt collar. Love & Fear Horses are the most beautiful animals on earth. I'm afraid of them. I'm also afraid of the people who know the horse language. How does one speak so freely to an animal that carries such enormous beauty? I can only tremble when I see that a horse and its rider, brilliant on the horizon, have become the moon and sun rising at the same time.
“Stables can be churches” is absolutely true. Thank you
“Communion” touched me deeply, I am in awe!