Grace
Twilight begins
The embrace of stars.
I attend to softening edges,
Watch the unassuming beauty of Horses as they bow their heads
Over sweet, sun-dried grasses.
This is the most peaceful time I know.
Paced by clover-scented, rhythmic chewing,
Content with present abundance
I slow the natural pulse
Of earth and sky
To simple needs-
Warm breath on hand,
Comfortable intimacy in serene eyes.
For it is the horse's gift
To connect us with heaven
And our own footsteps.
Each evening
I look forward to this transition,
This precious mystery of Communion with the still Earth
As I gently slip out of this binding human skin
And dance with the child-like grace before the setting sun.
-- written by Ronni Sweet --
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