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Equine-shaped Christology

Written after encountering a horse named April at The Springs retreat in Indiana. Calm, mild, gentle Sweet, warm, kind and near I touch your cheek I feel drawn in - yet, fear For you, a majestic beast, can crush me A broken sternum with one blow Strength and fierceness Like none I know, And yet I cannot pull away Your strength you lay low Offering to lead me to places I would not go Mountain passes Bucolic meadows Tranquil water's edge Forested trails Sweeping vistas; Never alone, Your power and gentleness my guide, Your nearness and otherness my wonderment. O Christ, let your heart of meekness and might love me out of the shadows of fear and into the light of your embrace.

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