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      • May God Bless you and you always ride a good horse.  
 
 When I am an old Horsewoman: ( I'm There now !!! )

I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on white wine
and carrots,
And sit in my alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow.

And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel.

And I will be an embarrassment to all,
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend,
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
~Author Unknown
 

God Jumps
 by Lauren Davis Baker

 God gives us horses and compels some of us to love them. Yet why
does the horse, an animal with such a big heart, live such a short life?
Perhaps it's because if our horses lived any longer, we wouldn't be
able to bear losing them. Or, perhaps it's because God wants to jump.
Perhaps God looks down on the fine horses we raise and decides when
it's His turn to ride. He gives us a few good years to care for and learn
from them, but when the time is right, it's up to us to see them off
gracefully.
O.K., perhaps not gracefully. Blowing into a Kleenex is rarely
graceful. But we can be grateful.
To have a horse in your life is a gift. In the matter of a few short
years, a horse can teach a girl courage, if she chooses to grab mane
and  hang on for dear life. Even the smallest of ponies is mightier than
the  tallest of girls. To conquer the fear of falling off, having one's
toes crushed, or being publicly humiliated at a horse show is an
admirable feat for any child. For that, we can be grateful.
 Horses teach us responsibility. Unlike a bicycle-or a computer-a
horse needs regular care and most of it requires that you get dirty and
smelly and up off the couch. Choosing to leave your cozy kitchen to break
the crust of ice off the water buckets is to choose responsibility. When
our horses dip their noses and drink heartily,we know we've made the
right choice.
Learning to care for a horse is both an art and a science. Some are
easy keepers, requiring little more than regular turn-out, a flake of
hay, and a trough of clean water. Others will test you-you'll struggle to
 keep them from being too fat or too thin. You'll have their feet
shod regularly only to find shoes gone missing. Some are so
accident-prone you'll swear they're intentionally finding new ways to injure
themselves.
If you weren't raised with horses, you can't know that they have
unique personalities. You'd expect this from dogs, but horses? Indeed,
there are clever horses, grumpy horses, and even horses with a sense of
humor.
Those prone to humor will test you by finding new ways to escape
from the barn when you least expect it. I found one of ours on the front
porch one morning, eating the cornstalks I'd carefully arranged as
Halloween decorations.
Horses can be timid or brave, lazy or athletic, obstinate or
willing. You will hit it off with some horses and others will elude you
altogether.
There are as many "types" of horses as there are people-which makes
the whole partnership thing all the more interesting.
If you've never ridden a horse, you probably assume it's a simple
thing you can learn in a weekend. You can, in fact, learn the basics on a
Sunday-but to truly ride well takes a lifetime. Working with a
living being is far more complex than turning a key in the ignition and
putting the car in "drive."
In addition to listening to your instructor, your horse will have a
few things to say to you as well. On a good day, he'll be happy to go
along with the program and tolerate your mistakes; on a bad day, you'll
swear he's trying to kill you. Perhaps he's naughty or perhaps he's fed up
with how slowly you're learning his language. Regardless, the horse
will have an opinion. He may choose to challenge you (which can
ultimately make you a better rider) or he may carefully carry you over
fences-if it suit's him. It all depends on the partnership-and partnership is
what it's all about.
If you face your fears, swallow your pride, and are willing to work
at it, you'll learn lessons in courage, commitment, and compassion in
addition to basic survival skills. You'll discover just how hard
you're willing to work toward a goal, how little you know, and how much you
have to learn. And, while some people think the horse "does all the
work", you'll be challenged physically as well as mentally. Your
horse may humble you completely. Or, you may find that sitting on his back
is the closest you'll get to heaven.
You can choose to intimidate your horse, but do you really want to?
The results may come more quickly but will your work ever be as graceful
as that gained through trust? The best partners choose to listen, as
well as to tell. When it works, we experience a sweet sense of
accomplishment brought about by smarts, hard work, and mutual understanding between
horse and rider. These are the days when you know with absolute
certainty that your horse is enjoying his work.
If we make it to adulthood with horses still in our lives, most of
us have to squeeze riding into our oversaturated schedules; balancing
our need for things equine with those of our households and employers.
There is never enough time to ride, or to ride as well as we'd like. Hours
in the barn are stolen pleasures.
If it is in your blood to love horses, you share your life with them.
Our horses know our secrets; we braid our tears into their manes and
whisper our hopes into their ears. A barn is a sanctuary in an
unsettled world, a sheltered place where life's true priorities are clear: a
warm place to sleep, someone who loves us, and the luxury of regular
meals.
Some of us need these reminders.
When you step back, it's not just about horses-it's about love,
life, and learning. On any given day, a friend is celebrating the birth of
a foal, a blue ribbon, or recovery from an illness. That same day,
there is also loss: a broken limb, a case of colic, a decision to sustain a life or end
it gently. As horse people, we share the accelerated life cycle of horses:
the hurried rush of life, love, loss, and death that caring for
these animals brings us. When our partners pass, it is more than a moment
of sorrow.
We mark our loss with words of gratitude for the ways our lives have
been blessed. Our memories are of joy, awe, and wonder. Absolute union.
 We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage, and willingness
to give.
 To those outside our circle, it must seem strange. To see us in our
muddy boots, who would guess such poetry lives in our hearts? We
celebrate our companions with praise worthy of heroes. Indeed, horses
have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out of
fields of battle.
 Listen to stories of that once-in-a-lifetime horse; of journeys made
and challenges met. The best of horses rise to the challenges we set
before them, asking little in return.
Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human
heart.
Together, we share the pain of sudden loss and the lingering taste
of long-term illness. We shoulder the burden of deciding when or
whether to end the life of a true companion.
In the end, we're not certain if God entrusts us to our horses or
our horses to us. Does it matter? We're grateful God loaned us the horse in
the first place. And so we pray:
 
Dear God,
 After You've enjoyed a bit of jumping, please give our fine horses
the best of care. And, if it's not too much, might we have at least one
more good gallop when we meet again?
Amen

HORSE CRAZY"
She daydreamed over homework
Doodled ponies on each page.
They told her she'd outgrow it
When she reached a certain age.
Black Beauty her companion,
Blue ribbons in her hair,
She whinnied when they called her,
! And trotted everywhere.
Her parents grew quite weary
Of her most insistent cry,
"I have to have a horse;
If I don't get one I'll just die!
Alas, it never happened,
And when the years had flown,
She found herself a grown-up
With children of her own.
Her family was contented
With cat or dog to pet;
The horse just never happened,
But she never did forget.
One day the kids were grown and gone
And circumstances  change,
And Mom was sick of riding
The same old kitchen range.
Dust bunnies in the corner,
And dishes piled on high.
She made the bed last Thursday
And vacuumed in July!
Dinner will be late again,
Dad's threatening divorce.
They told her she'd outgrow it, but....
Mama got her horse!!
©B.K. England 1999

 Don't cry for the horses                            Look up into heaven

That life has set free                                You'll see them above                 
Million white horses                                 The horses we lost
Forever to be                                           The horses we loved
       
Don't cry for the horses                             Manes and tail flowing
Now in God's hands                                 They gallop through time
As they dance & they prance                    They were never yours
To a Heavenly band                                  They were never mine
 
They were ours as a gift                            Don't cry for the horses
But never to keep                                     They will be back some day
As they close their eyes                            When our time as come
Forever to sleep                                        They will show us the way
 
Their spirits unbound                                 Do you hear that soft nicker
On silver wings they fly                              Close to your ear
A million white horses                                Don't cry for the horses
Against the blue sky                                  Love the ones that are here
 
Written  by Brenda Riley-Seymore
 
 
Blind Horse
Just up the road from my home is a field with two horses in it. From a
distance each looks like every other horse. But if one stops the car,
or is walking by,one will notice something quite amazing.

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His
owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home
for him. This alone is amazing.

Listening, one will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the
source of the sound, one will see that it comes from the smaller horse
in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her
blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As one stands
and watches these two friends,one sees how she is always checking on
him, and that he will

listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is - trusting
that she will not lead him astray.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just
because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.
He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us
when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by
God and those whom he places in our lives. Other times we are the
guide horse, helping others see God.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, who watches over even a blind old horse,
watch over us. Show us the way to You. Provide us with heavenly guides
who will lead us to You through the fields of our lives. Amen.

                       THE HORSES PRAYER 2

 

I'm only a horse dear master, but my heart is warm and true,
And I'm ready to work my hardest, for the pleasure of pleasing you.
Good corn and hay and water, are all that I wish to ask,
And a warm dry bed to rest on when I've finished my daily task.
Don't strike me in needless anger if I'm slow to understand,
But encourage my drooping spirits with a gentle voice and hand.
Finally, oh my master!  When my health and strength are gone,
When I'm getting old and feeble and my lifes long work is done-
Don't sell me to cruel owners, to be slaved to my last breath,
But grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death.
That as you have always found me a patient and loyal friend,
The years of faithful service may be crowned by a peaceful end,
I plead in the name of the savior, who cares when sparrows fall,
Who was born in a lowly stable and knows and loves us all.
--Author Unknown
 
 
 
From Barbara Wright
Are Horses more spiritual than humans. 
 

BECAUSE WE HAVE RECEIVED MANY REQUESTS TO RE-RUN THIS ARTICLE, HERE IT IS...

NOTE:  Horses as a species calibrate at 245 on the map of consciousness, mankind in general at 207.  You can make your own inferences from this after you read the article and do some further reading in Dr. Hawkins' books.  It would seem that to label them as livestock, pets, farm animals, or riding partners is meaningless.  They are sentient beings with rights and privileges that Harmony HorseWorks tries to help them maintain - at least those in our care.

What Do You Bring To The Relationship With Your Horse?
By Barbara Wright
 

The way you view the world and your place in it largely determines how you view and treat your horse.  There are many levels of perception in our human experience and you have already traveled through some of them as a passenger on the train of life.  Some levels of perception are very comfortable for you, others are enticing you into their attractor field, and others you diligently avoid.  Your horse also views the world through his perspective, that of a prey animal without language and without the skill to alter his environment in times of danger.

See if you can find your current level of perception of your horse and your relationship with it on this Map of Consciousness developed by David Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. In his ongoing research about the unseen determinants of human behavior.  He calibrates levels of perception on a scale of enlightened awareness of what it means to be a sentient being, based on kinesiological methods he has perfected at his Center for Spiritual Research.  Note that there is no right or wrong place to be on this map, it is simply a level of consciousness that you have reached on the road to enlightenment, a road we are all on whether or not we realize it.  You may also find yourself on various levels of the map depending what emotion you are dealing with at any given time.  For instance, you may be a very trusting person (250) and very forgiving (350), but you might be addicted to a substance such as nicotine (150).  There is no right or wrong place to be although seeking a higher level is the optimal goal.  The higher the (exponential) level, the more evolved the soul.  It is helpful to read this map from the bottom up, finding your various aspects along the way up to the top.

 

MAP OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 

God-view

Life-view

Level

Log

Emotion

Process

Self

Is

Enlightenment

700-1000

Ineffable

Pure consciousness

All-being

Perfect

Peace

600

Bliss

Illumination

One

Complete

Joy

540

Serenity

Transfiguration

Loving

Benign

Love

500

Reverence

Revelation

Wise

Meaningful

Reason

400

Understanding

Abstraction

Merciful

Harmonious

Acceptance

350

Forgiveness

Transcendence

Inspiring

Hopeful

Willingness

310

Optimism

Intention

Enabling

Satisfactory

Neutrality

250

Trust

Release

Permitting

Feasible

Courage

200

Affirmation

Empowerment

Indifferent

Demanding

Pride

175

Scorn

Inflation

Vengeful

Antagonistic

Anger

150

Hate

Aggression

Denying

Disappointing

Desire

125