Knocked From My Horse ...

One day I hit the ground and stopped and ceased to be ..

and found, like Paul,  I'd I'd been tumbled from my horse

Disaster followed by prayer after pleading  prayer 

Oh to rise and ride again and win again the love 

and honour of other exalted parcels of clay!

But No! He stripped me as I lay helpless on the ground

and I was strengthened only to succumb to his plans

the hound of heaven haunted and harangued me

without a crumb of lasting comfort

save a still small voice of revelation that grew and grew 

and lighted the dark suicidal pathways of my dreams

The horse of power slipped away

I couldn't do a blessed thing!

followed by every stray and untamed filly

neighing down the inner valleys of my sleepless hours

Horses of the intellect and prestige and honour

shamed until I knew the peace of  being un-shameable

what more could happen .. sorry thought

for it did happen ... as fondest friends forsook

the pain horrific as the brain sought reasons

and purpose and plans ...

Job was my food as I plodded onwards saying..

"Tomorrow I will wake and all will be well"

But all those fleshy tomorrows were but empty shells

Still piloting by the hearing of my ears

and longing for that vision that would spell and end to Ego

until I learned from one who emptied himself of all

divested .. stripped of all honour and glory and innocence

and He who knew no sin became empty and

 useless and without purpose 

except to fill Joseph of  Arimathea's grave 

 and so fulfil the Fathers will

And only then "the joy that was set before him"

as jewel after jewel was displayed 

upon the dark clothy canvas of His Calvary

millions and billions of exquisite human jewels 

for the travail of his soul and he was satisfied!

and now the body

connected to the head by joints and bands and nerve ends

is privileged to taste for a moment baptism into his pain

before the curtains finally go up on endless eons of joy