A Moment, Realized
Life is a series of moments, flickering quickly,
soon forgotten as I hurtle myself
toward each new sensory and you, often
with me, eagerly round each bend,
traverse each hill, two souls adventuring
into seconds, minutes, hours. My youth
beats to the rhythm of your hooves,
your name caresses my lips each night
as I pray our connection lasts,
hope we learn to pause more often,
like this morning when you honored me
with your trust, your gentleness -
the moment I realized it is not I who offers up
the greater sacrifice, the greatest gift.
by Margaret Bednar, July 7, 2013
Summer is rapidly flying by and we are often too hot to ride these past couple of weeks. Lots of hosing down, lots of early morning and evening visits to the barn. I think I have always preferred fall as the bugs start going away and the heat recedes -- perfect riding weather.
I am new to your site. This was beautifully captured in your words
ReplyDeleteGracias for sharing