Wesley’s Horse

The little creature knew the roads.

From town to town his Friend

Would seek a fitting gathering space

To focus on life’s end.

No burden he, and speaking much

To Someone Fatherly

Then speaking to assembled crowds

Pressed close that they might see.

And some would laugh with rude disdain

And some would nod assent

And some would cry out for relief

As Friend would urge “Repent”.

The creature tethered to one side

Heard thoughts rehearsed in mid-day’s ride

But now with pressing tears.

And folk came forward to the man

Imploring more of Jesus’ Plan.

Been like that now for years.

A horse would think a paddock green

A suiting place for rest

But paths of love, with Friend above

Had suited this horse best.

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