THE SPIRIT

A herd of wild horses appeared in the sun,
My purpose of life,
is to have me just one.

I gazed at them quickly to make my selection,
The one I choose,
will need some correction

The leader of the heard looks wild and strong
I feel in my heart -
in my stable, he does belong.

Why would I choose  the one - wild and free?
Because  when he’s broken,
he will  mean the most to me.

If I can break him gently,with caring and love,
His spirit will remain,
like a gift from above.

Should I error - in my way
my soul  -
will have great price to pay

The spirit is precious-it’s essential to the soul
The spirit is worth more -
than diamonds or gold !

To take the spirit -and break it in two,
Is a blasphemy of life --
Only people can do.

Barnum Taylor © 1997