A wild stallion once was I,
Running the grasslands, spirits high.
And though my life was filled with ease,
Running the grasslands, spirits high.
And though my life was filled with ease,
A greater one I could not please.
This greater one, a son of man,
Desired to put me on his land.
To break my will, and to break my heart,
And require of me my every part.
So why did I take to such a notion
Of boundless loyalty and devotion?
Had I become witless, or did I merely need change,
For life had grown wearisome on that range?
One brisk autumn morning a rider drew near,
But somehow I knew there was nothing to fear.
Unlike other times when I’d just run away,
I willfully laid down my freedom that day.
There were hard times ahead and stubborn was I
For the ways of the free do not easily die.
But my master was gentle and loving and kind
And when the task was complete there was newness of mind.
This greater one, a son of man,
Desired to put me on his land.
To break my will, and to break my heart,
And require of me my every part.
So why did I take to such a notion
Of boundless loyalty and devotion?
Had I become witless, or did I merely need change,
For life had grown wearisome on that range?
One brisk autumn morning a rider drew near,
But somehow I knew there was nothing to fear.
Unlike other times when I’d just run away,
I willfully laid down my freedom that day.
There were hard times ahead and stubborn was I
For the ways of the free do not easily die.
But my master was gentle and loving and kind
And when the task was complete there was newness of mind.
I no longer run for my own foolish pleasure.
I’ll reveal you a secret, an invaluable treasure.
A horse of the wild may run freer and faster,
But the horse that’s fulfilled is the horse with a master.
J. Pecoraro
A poem that I wrote for a message I gave back in the nineties. And I guess I can say it's my testimony.
