Now in this iron reign I sing the liberty Where each asks from each What each most wants to give And each awakes in each What else would never be, Summoning so the rare Spirit to breathe and live.
Whether the soul at first This pilgrimage began, Or the shy body leading Conducted soul to soul Who knows? This is the most That soul and body can, To make us each for each And in our spirit whole. ~Edwin Muir “The Annunciation”
For Dan’s birthday…
to find freedom
to be each for each
both body and soul,
and know what it means
to become whole in another.
And then, that evening Late in the summer the strange horses came.
In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.
Since then they have pulled our plows and borne our loads,
But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning. ~Edwin Muir from “The Horses”
There is nothing that truly compels a horse to wear a saddle, pull a heavy burden, chew a cold bit until it foams warm, no fear of whip or spur or harsh word. They, so much more powerful than we are, choose the work, to do what is needed, to serve freely, to be there because they were asked.
How much more we learn from the lather of their sweaty grace — how to choose the labor that changes lives, how to offer up love in gratitude for the reward of a nose buried in sweet clover.