There will be Horses

Sometimes I close my eyes and see The Kingdom

Salt-whipped sand, bright, and a strong wind blowing

Wild waves that know their boundary,

Strange air

Perfumed with cleanness, warm and sharp and clear,

Salt on my lips, yet sweet as tropic fruit.

Laughing, yes laughing,

For the gladness of glory. I am become a child

Twirling like madness into that new wind.

Then come the horses,

Riderless and inviting, born to run,

For the living joy of the wind, and the sea’s sweet singing,

I run with them, I run and am not weary,

‘Hallelujah!’ scream the eagles

And the gulls shiver with joy,

And I run with the horses.

There are meadows

Where grass bows to the wind

Where glory burns

And we run through the scent of flowers,

Running towards the Beauty that is borne

Down to us.

Face-upward, how we run!

And the chains of the years melt away,

And the sin and the sorrow

Fall from our limbs like a shadow, passing, passing.

And I know not if I run or if I fly

Home to my Home, Who meets me in the splendour,

Welcoming me, and I come,

Yes I come with the horses!