A Blessing

Like a deer that longs for springs of water,

  so my soul longs for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, the living God:

  when shall I come and stand before the face of God?

                                                                                    Psalm 41

                                            The two horses have come up the hill

                                                   to the trough

                                             through the falling crystalline sky,

                                             their breathing going out

                                                   into the air

                                             like roots of glass;

                                             like doves from the ark.

                                             They move like prophets

                                                   through crowds of starlight 

                                             dawning:

                                             they move close to the edge

                                                   of their boundaries

                                             tossing their manes like flames

                                             over fields of ice

                                                   and thirst

                                             and perfect love;

                                             like an olive branch blazing
 

                                             they have come up the hill

                                                   as a blessing,

                                             as wild and stampeding grace.