Black Horse Riding

While walking along fields of green
hands sliding along summer wheat
winds rose up and brought with it;
a black horse with no rider…

“Could I be of assistant” I asked
Wanting a drink, and
a good roll in the hay he’d state
We began to discuss his purpose, and
good Christian ways…

He warned me of dark skies
shots ringing out like thunder
riding in on east winds
making our way through streets of hate, and
judgment…and then he sang…

We’ve Left children crying
Fathers, sons, brothers are dying
Mothers left in pools of red
Death is all around us
No reason for war hurling in our heads…

Off he rode, black stead, no rider
back to a hill of white stone and rubble
winter coming… peace to sow
light shines now, to the north east
where streets once flowed with clear water

Children will walk the fields of green
winds may rise up
bringing messages from the north east
peace and songs they will share
“Bless my lucky star, a black horse will take you only so far”…

We’ve Left children crying
Fathers, sons, brothers are dying
Mothers left in pools of red
Death is all around us

No reason for war, a black stead once said…

© E Stelling, 2/13/08