Horses

Once in this vast old country, a man could ride forever on his horse. No more. The rest of the world’s gone and filled in the map, fenced in the plains and closed up the range. The land’s been cut up, for strip malls and subdivisions, fast-food burgers.  And the horse has gone and trotted right out of most peoples’ mind.

But there’s something between us, people and horse, that runs deep. Too deep for the modern world to make disappear all together. See, horse brings it back to the beginning, when man got new legs. Great civilizations rose up on the back of horse, great distances crossed. The lives we live were born on horse.

Trains, automobiles, and aeroplanes have come—replaced horse in many ways—but certainly not in all. They might not be the playboys of the west like they once were—when every cowboy, Indian, and lawman had a steed of his own. Though no one can think of those days without horse coming to mind.  Like the spirit of discovery, manifest destiny, horse offers opportunity find more.

Many places where the cities don’t reach, mustangs still roam free; and going down country roads, horses still poke their heads over the fence-line to watch as you drive on by.

Companions. Horse is our friend, a simple-heart asking for simple understanding. Humble horse gives us but a reflection of ourselves: give him kindness, it comes back in kind; lash out in anger and horse whips right back. It’s Truth, silent and pure.  From the simple truth comes trust, and born in the trust is friendship.

Every man’s wrong when the horse doesn’t listen—we speak another language in a different dimension—something that most people can’t even fathom. Man says to horse, “horse, you don’t listen”; horse says to man, “man, you’ve asked the wrong question.”

So it all comes back down to knowing ourselves, because horse is the honest creature that tells us what we’re really made of, right to the core, and that is what makes my faith in horse so sure.