Saturday, June 1, 2019

Souls & Horses

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Horses and children, I often think, have a lot of the good sense there is in the world.  ~Josephine Demott Robinson


Like ghosts we walk through miracles never knowing how close we come
For we cannot see what we do not believe
But in another life we were horses
Where no fences gated our hearts
Free to be what we truly were
We galloped far beyond what could be seen
Grazing truth all the while
And always hungry for more
Like a mighty wind our spirits pushed through
Making themselves known to all
For freedom does not linger on regret
Nor feed on darkness
It moves on gallantly in the light of day
and those willing to let go
Will dare to jump any fence that comes their way
But that was another life and time
The rising dust of a distant star
Here we walk through miracles never knowing how close we come
Ghosts cannot touch, but merely pass by in silence
And we cannot see what we do not believe.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

8 comments:

  1. Carrie, I love this poem, it is a beautiful symbolism of the strength, hope and freedom we share with others and animals as well.

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    1. Carrie, I love this poem, it is a beautiful symbolism of the strength, hope and freedom we share with others and animals as well.

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  2. Carrie, this is an amazing poem. It lifts me up and feels full of joy. :)

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  3. How I love this! "In another life, we were horses".....and we do walk through miracles. Those of us who know that are blown away daily - at the same time grieving that the whole of humanity does not see the preciousness all around us. A fantastic poem, Carrie!

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  4. Fabulous poem, Carrie! "We cannot see what we do not believe."

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  5. Sadly most do not believe what they cannot see....missing out on just about everything.

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