By John Thompson
I want to be the Lord’s stallion!
Thick and broad and sinewed
And of milky mane,
Sun’s fire caught and flashing
In my dancing eyes
And hooves as sharp and shining
As obsidian!
I want to feel upon my neck
The firm direction of His arms
And feel my tensing flanks
Beneath the pressure of His thighs!
He gives His Shout,
I jump!
My flesh is condensed energy!
We spirit forward
Through the endless skies!