THE STALLION

Nov 15, 2009

He's a wild, free yet gentle stallion who loves running with the Wind and grazing in soft green pastures in far away places. He occasionally comes close enough to accept a morsel or tidbit of food for his soul .... and rarely, a touch on his handsome head. Then, without warning he bolts and runs until he is safely out of reach and he stops, stands perfectly still and looks back toward the affection and love he just ran from. After a long thoughtful gaze he lowers his head to nibble, graze and pick at scattered familiar patches that appear to be green tasty food... only to discover mostly brambles and weeds. He again casts a longing gaze at the one who offers her hand full of choice food and nourishment for not only his soul but also his spirit. He watches intently as her hair swirls and dances in the wind and in the distance he sees a glint, a sparkle on her cheek. As he thoughtfully chews the brambles and weeds he realizes the glint is the trail of a tear sliding down her cheek.

Again the strong handsome stallion stands still, so still that even the coyotes are mesmerized by him. He watches as the tear on her face reflecting the Light of the Son slips slowly down her cheek and falls from her chin to splash into the dust beneath her feet. Gripped by fear - fear of commitment, fear of intimacy, fear of love, fear of what others think... who knows - the magnificent stallion rears tall pawing the air, throws back his noble head and roars with a thundering neigh that fills his lonely valley. Then, shaking his head as if to dislodge any thought of returning to her hand he turns and flees towards old familiar territory... to the isolation of aloneness that he has known most of his life.

She never intended to try and tame him or change him in any way. Her only desire was to gain his trust, to be a help meet, a soul mate for him. She dreamed of riding into battle safe upon the gallant steed's sleek back. Clinging to his thick neck she could close her eyes and find rest in the safety and peace of his fierce, yet tender love. Her hands would hold tightly to the bulging muscles in his neck and feel the power pulsing through him in body and spirit. The stallion's mane and her long blond hair flowing in the wind, his hooves pounding a steady rhythm as with long easy strides he charges toward the enemy. From her place of safety upon his back she whispers words of encouragement into his ever alert ears urging him on, infusing his strength with her belief in him as he bravely and cunningly overtakes the enemy and pummels him beneath his hooves.

She never intended to fence him in, tie him up or corral him in a dull, dark, boring stall. Her heart's desire was to offer him shelter, a haven, a safe place, an oasis from the storms, woes, strifes, cares and battles of life. She longed to be there to rub his aching shoulders, bathe his strong chest and kiss his tired brow. She dreamed of stroking his neck and back until his rippling muscles relaxed and he drifts off to sleep and together in sweet peaceful sleep they would rest and dream of new adventures.

Alas, love is a choice and sometimes no matter how deeply one may choose to love, the trust of a stallion who had known such deep hurt that he chooses to isolate his heart from intimacy and affection remains at bay.... even from the pure love of a Princess who KNOWS, without any doubt, that her Father told her to risk loving this magnificent stallion. So, gathering her courage she picks up the pieces of her heart.... hands them to God and turns to continue following the Son. The Princess determines in her heart to BELIEVE, to KNOW that even though the love she offered was refused, ignored, she IS a pearl of great value, a priceless treasure, a beauty to be desired, fought for and won. In her dreams love awaits... somewhere, somehow, some way dreams do come true. Don't they?