I'll never understand exactly how they make me feel the way I do.
I'll never find a word that describes the feeling of running bareback across the pasture as one with a half ton animal. There isn't a word perfect enough. Or even a thousand words strung together that could equal that. Magic is the closest. And it's not even that. It's something so simple, and yet so hard to grasp. All I know is that I never want to be parted from it.
The silky mane, flowing in the wind, the tail held high,the strong back, the long neck, long perfect legs that carry this beautiful animal called the horse as if it were floating across the prairie. No, beautiful isn't good enough. Majestic? Maybe that would do.
I wish God could describe horses. Then they would be done justice. In Job 39:19-25 God speaks of the horse...
"Do you give strength to the horse?
Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength ;
He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;He does not run from the sword. A quiver rattles at his side, along with a flashing spear and a lance. He charges ahead with trembling rage; he can not stand still at the trumpet's sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance; he hears the officer's shouts and the battle cry."
Horses fill me with so many emotions all at once, there really is no words to perfectly describe it.
Freedom, peace,joy, understanding, endurance, love, happiness,bliss;the feeling I can conquer anything. When I ride, it's not just our bodies and our minds that connect. My heart and theirs become one. One body, one mind and one heart, together unstoppable.