Moments, these, brought in riding upon the breeze. Head aloft, prepared for the road and what rides upon it. Downhills, unnecessary as momentum draws toward the summit.

To plummet in falls beyond measure. Born of sweet things and challenge remembered. The Pleasure not found in lazy pasture or sunburned stream of the dreams that lure.

Frequently forgotten and waiting, debating the farm or a city. No pity given nor answered divorced. No vows loosely given propagating remorse. Unseated, defeated a top of my horse.

Crimes are not passion raging hearts missing hope. The feelings are master, the leader and scope. The slope above one no longer a fraction, the danger noted in amplitude of reaction.

Thank you’s offered as words were not needed. The forest is cleared and the desert is seeded. Bled free of folly inspecting new reason, devoid of excuses in start of new season.

What outlook division while building new hills my heart less useful in paying the bills. Will’s and God’s Plan what I cannot capture in can.This journey not finished by the hand of a man.

Give to the world what it desperately needs as a handful of grass or the horse that it feeds. No solutions found in questions not asked. Purposes sought in opportunities tasked.

Keep close to light and live in the day, the night is not found on our knees as we pray. To say that I’ve learned is absent the truth, youth spent in the quest on the things I forsooth.