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a poem about meeting up with an old friend and sharing your/my journey |
Same Horses Some stirring just outside myself, Caused my head to rise. My gaze rested curious, then recalling. …half wondering before knowing. Recognition gave way to warmth. I looked into your face and took pleasure in noting each feature I remembered was you. I saw how time, like the touch of an artist, Had etched lines ‘round your eyes… I wondered were they lines of mirth ? Or madness? Or pain ? Or a mixture of all that makes grace ? How did you get here ? What brought you so? Was your journey like mine? No common vessel, but rather a wing and a ride ? …Did the same horses carry you as did me ?… Did you grow accustomed ? Learn of trust and the knowledge of others? …Did you find yourself stretching your neck on his neck ? Your face like his pushing wind ? Were you able to enjoy the ride while your hand could feel the pulse of the carrier ? …Did the journey ever slow ? Did time seem to stop ? Each step become one step to far ? To far to go back ? To far to see forward ? Just step after step into faith ? …Did you ever walk beside the one who carried you ? Because the miles had tired him too. Did you climb ? Did you pull ? And pull ? And pray ? …were you ever at a place where after a climb, the land leveled out before you ? After a while the pace was picked up and loping became a run. Did your ride and you ever have to run ? And run And run And run ? The land started changing, there were breaks in the earth; And soon there were ravines and cliffs. …In unstoppable run, surrounded by edge,… Did you know that now you would die ? …Did you close your eyes ? Place your soul in Gods hands and expect the sensation of a changed world ? ..Did you open your eyes…surrounded by sky…and note that your carrier had wings ? …I wonder what kind of lines are etched around your eyes ? ..Did the same horses carry you as did me ? |