Throughout time, the English Rose with many a sonnet penned, has symbolised our England.  Yet no other, has truly personified its sweetness and beauty, than the noble horse.

They have pulled, carried, ploughed, toiled and made countless a sacrifice; Centuries filled with a history of servitude.  

Oh what strength, to have carried humanity in its darkest hours, having endured the horrors of our many wars, yet their spirit, glorified and forged by the breath of God, remains as light as a butterfly, forever free.

Never failing to hold us captivated, we gaze, seeing clearly what we lack in ourselves, that divine quality with such majesty of spirit, yet harnessed by unconditional love.

Is there anything more lovely, than this mighty stead, graceful footprints of a dancer placed upon the dewed green grass, or thunderous, explosive and rapturous joy abounding, impossible to be contained.

Has any other entered the dreams of children, this most loyal of friends.  Eternal bonds formed that are so great, the language of love rules supreme.

Yet what is asked in return?  Just, for gentle kindness to reign in your heart, a tender kiss of a velvety nose, a touch from hands that heal not harm.

Perhaps, when not just a few, but all of humankind has learnt this lesson, their divine work will be done, and taking their place, already assured, will return to the heavenly stars, from whence they came.

Donated to Redwings Horse Sanctuary Norfolk

Art Exhibition 3rd to 13th April 2015

Majesty of Spirit