How fitting, it is said in
the bible, we humans were made of dust, but you, creature of vitality and
beauty, you were made of warm southerly wind and Allah commanded, 'Condense
thyself'. And thus from it came the creature we call 'Equus' or
'Horse'.
Legs that can pump like pistons,
fragile no matter the breed, compaed to your great massive body. You are
streamline because you were born of the wind. So when you run into or away
from it, you sweep, streaming beautiful motion.
If we could see the wind
we would see you. Your powerful muscles and sinews that wrap about your frame,
flex and are defined beneath a shining silky coat. In the light, you
are like velvet, wrapped over those sinews, and bouncing off the different
angles, you shine like a polished diamond.
How blessed were all of
us to share presence with you, the wind, when we were the dust. You made
us more beautiful and made us feel finely made when with you or on you. Lucky
were we the dust, creature of the wind that now resides in heaven, in the
sky.
