The Prayer

 

Oh blessed stead, 

Run well and quick

Stick true thy gait. 

Stay the course I plead

Through creek and thick

Thy path be straight.

On valiant hoof and tows

Down well tread path

Where sight doth hide.

Which only horse knows

By fear of frigid wrath

A most foreboding side.

  A clutch of icy reigns

Uncertain lonely grip

Where shortcuts call.

A decision at the manes

Stay the original script

Or turn and risk it all.

 

Let this not be the night

When the darkness echoes

Longing in the window.

When skies lose the light

The crisp breaches clothes

 Leave me not a widow.

 

Nicholas Campos - January 2025 edit

Dedicated to Victor Bloomquist