Horse Poetry
A HORSE'S PRAYER
To Thee, my master, I offer my prayer.
Feed me, water and care for me, and when
the
day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a
clean, dry bed and stall wide enough for me
to
lie down in comfort.
Always be kind to me. Your voice often
means as much to me as the reins. Never
strike,
beat, or kick me when I don't
understand what you want,
but give me the chance to
understand
you. Pet me sometimes, that I may
serve you the
more gladly and learn to love you.
Make sure that I am properly shod
that I may serve you
in comfort.
And finally, Oh my master, when
my useful strength is gone, do
not turn me out to starve or
freeze or sell me to some
cruel owner to be slowly tortured
and starved to death; but do thou,
My master, take my life in the
kindest way and God will reward
you here and hereafter. You
will not consider me irreverent
to ask this in the name
of Him who was born
in a stable.
AMEN
Author Unknown
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours to borrow
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against a blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flying
They gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back some day
When our time has come
They will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here
By Brenda Riley Seymore
Equine Prayer
Dearest God in Heaven
Give me strength to guide my horse.
Make my hands soft and my head clear.
Let my horse understand me and I him.
My heart you have blessed with
a special love of these animals.
Let me never lose sight of it.
My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them.
as the sun gleams on an Elegant head.
Always may my
throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker.
Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain
Always be sweet to me. Let the touch of a
warm nose on my hand always bring a smile.
I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm.
The grace and splendor of a running horse,
the thunder of its hooves makes my eyes burn
and my heart soar, Let it always be so.
Dearest God grant me patience, For horses are
harnessed wind and wind can be flighty.
Let me not frighten or harm them,
Instead show me ways to understand them.
Above all, dear God, fill my life with them.
When I pass from this world, send my soul
to no heaven without them. For this love you
have given me graces my existence, And I shall
cherish it and praise you for it all the time.
Amen
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere, somewhere, in God's own space, there must be some sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on, and tall trees grow; some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again
The Foal
I'll lend you for a little while my grandest foal, HE said.
for you to love while he's alive and mourn when he is dead.
It may be one or twenty years, or days or months, you see,
but will you, till I take him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
you'll have treasured memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught on earth I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the wide world over In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, with trust, I've chosen you.
Now will you give him total love? not think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come here to take him back again?
I know you'll give him tenderness and love will bloom each day,
and for the happiness you've known, forever grateful stay
But should I come and call for him much sooner than you'd planned,
you'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and someday, understand,
If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.