Merely Merehorses(7)

<b><i><font color="navy"><b> 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 ~*~</b> * Loretta's artwork has always been beautiful and inspirational. This time it was fun! Glostarg