The horse he is ready
Yet his gallop’s restrained
His shoes dig the dirt
With a warring proclaim.

Unbearable delays
The shoot closes in
Eyes fixed on the gate
Oh!!!….to run with the wind!!!

The bridle it is snug
The reins in strong grip
For a second too soon
Could cause a forfeit.

So enduring patience
With painful reprise
The horse waits the sound
Of the trumpet to rise.

And as it does blow
And release is approved
The power unleashed
Quiets Heaven’s throne room.

December 27, 2015