Equines

To think, lo aft all
these millennia, they still
patiently await their
Savior’s return, horses, gathered
as they are at the shoreline
of His heavenly carpet,
just as they were at
the Bethlehem stable and
amongst the crowd
of flowing, colorful robes
when Jesus whispered
the Beatitudes in
His Sermon on the Mount.
There was something
special about Him.
He listened to them, and
when He spoke, even
at ease were placed the
wildest tides. And
so now they wait…At first
they thought His
Second Coming would
be imminent, but that was
before they realized
He was not bound by simple
space and time. The
sand grains gave testament
and final clues to this –
finest granite rock
they once stood, sheer
slabs of almighty might, but now
in their humbleness,
reduced to infinitesimal
specks…content, imprinted
on the bottoms of each
horse’s hooves.