If you move
soft enough through the wind or woods,
they say the sun will make a space for you.
Some of your regrets might soften. I move
terribly. I crush twigs and spiders but the horses
say nothing of it; they let me pet their long manes.
I hop on and we walk out to the end of wanting.
What is God? I ask them.
They tell me, Yes.
~ Bret Elizabeth Jenkins, from “Horses Explain Things to Me
Notes: Poem via Memory’s Landscape. Photo by Alison Porwol
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“We walk out to the end of wanting”…perfect.
Can’t count the times I’ve hopped on my horse and walked out to the end of wanting. Yes. Perfect.
On horse, on foot, or even on my a**, I walk and walk and walk to wanting…
WMS….
Oh, Yes.
Wow…
walking in places of wisdom with wise souls.
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Amazingly beautiful!!
What a magical term, David – the end of wanting!
Agree Carolyn!
Beautiful David. You know how I’m loving horses these days. They do teach us so very much! Thanks for the sweet Sunday post to warm my heart.
Yes…so glad you enjoyed it Yvonne. I was similarly moved.
Beautiful. Both the words and the photo.
Very moving. The answer is always yes. Horses know. 💛
Yes. They do Val. 🙂
The horses are abiding, and so is the woods. I have left my pain along with daydreams and plans for the future in the quiet arms of the woods. The woods are abiding, too.
They certainly are.
oh my… this brought tears. Before I read the post the image drew me out. Thank you! And now I will share. Peace.
Thanks Carrie. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
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“We walk out to the end of wanting.” Gotta love that.
THAT was the big line!