The White Horse

He Exists -

The White Horse

I last saw in Childhood

Fixing His Spirited Eyes

Upon my Frightened Gaze

From the Window Opposite.

"It's Just a Nightmare",

Comforted my parents

But His Vision compelled me

Even then as more real

Than the stuff of dreams.

He Exists -

I have seen Him since

Even mounted His sturdy back and

Stroked His flowing mane

In front of me, patting his neck

As my heart opened to the

Freedom of the Gallop

My Soul alive with

The sensation of inner movement

Whilst perceiving His Face.

Such Magnificence,

Grace, Nobility and

Elegance in His Form

As I perceived Him,

Felt Him, Sensed His Rhythm,

Motion and Image as One Experience.

We Exist

Together Again

We are One, the Horse and I -

No Distance between Us -

No Difference between

Image and Sensation in that

Timeless Moment of 

Reunion.

– Rev. Jenny Miller