I have ridden many horses
Straddled to my faith
And ambled through the winding
Fields before my grace
With verbal reinforcements
Pacing near them all
Traveling to their sources
Miraculously I didn’t fall
I can’t believe what is happening to be
And I won’t settle for probability
I wander to the corners
And anonymously write
Pensive contributions
Bless me every night
I’ve journeyed through the mountains
Searching for me there
All I have discovered
Is where I‘m going near
The salt has gone to the bottom of the sea
The waves will return us to reality.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
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