Bring Me Horses

FEBRUARY 28, 2007

Today...
was a day of longing...
that deep place in the heart...
where there are no words...
There was however...
a synchronistic e-mail exchange with a friend of mine who works with horses and people... I did some work with her three years ago, learning how to move in the way of the horse... One particular morning when we were just getting started, her oldest horse in the herd, Clancy, left his grazing from quite a ways away and sauntered over to me at a brisk clip... I wasn't alarmed, nor did I feel the need to get out of the way... Clancy came straight up to me and put his forehead on my chest, right on the area of my heart... this poem came...
_ Bring me horses,_
_ lots and lots_
_ of horses…_
_ Bring me_
_ little ones,_
_ big ones,_
_ like Percherons,_
_ brown ones,_
_ paints,_
_ mustangs,_
_ dapples,_
_ grays,_
_ and gold ones,_
_ like Palominos…_
_ Bring me white_
_ horses_
_ that ride in on my dreams_
_ and black_
_ ones that carry me home,_
_ to myself._
_ Bring me foals,_
_ fillies and colts_
_ not yet weaned,_
_ so we can frolic_
_ in the hills,_
_ roll in green grasses,_
_ sip from crystal streams,_
_ and chase the sun and the full moon_
_ and grow old together,_
_ like the oldest_
_ and wisest horse in your herd…_
_ Bring him too,_
_ and all the other_
_ grandfathers and grandmothers_
_ so we can hear the old stories_
_ in images, neighs, and whinnies_
_ and our memory can be restored_
_ so we may_
_ once again_
_ travel this green earth as equals…_
_ Yes,_
_ bring them all,_
_ the horses…_
 
Lea Goode-Harris
August 21, 2004