When glancing at a friend's new art,
 a simple story caught my heart,
a lesson in time and transformation
hey, it might just change a nation!

If one could see the beauty of 
loaves of bread and fish divied up,
then why can't horses have a fin
and swim through oceans at a whim?

a great comand once was told
 be fishers of men and gather to the fold
I'm looking at this magnificient work 
and trying hard not to shirk,

the messsage that my eyes behold
has brought a blessing to my soul.
If meremaid-horses are not real
this viewing of one has now instilled,

a thought of horses which can't run
instead have loads and loads of fun
just swimming in the ocean deep
unshackled, but with freedom greet,
 
the fishes which are in the sea
swimming by to say to thee
what place, are you coming from?
Two feet you have, but I have none.

The eyes which are between those ears
are far apart, none like ours here.
and whats that darkness hanging down,
along that long increasing frown.

Seahorses I've seen swimming by 
but never this way and so nigh.
You've fins, hoof and streaming hair
but I have gills to breath my share.

How do you race in depths so grande?
How can I try and understand,
a fishers story from land above
and a stallion's head in a deep guiding flood.

It's better I swim in seas of blue
and  trust in God which alloweth you!

© Copyright 2006 Glostarg
              
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* Loretta's artwork has always been beautiful and
inspirational. 
This time it was fun! 
Glostarg