The Lord’s Stallion

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!

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