This moment of silence at sunrise is the most magical part
of my day. It’s filled to the brim with possibility, with just a hint of
excitement.
I can feel their own early morning excitement and energy as
I make my way down the hallway, hay and cedar shavings crunching under my
boots. Hushed nickers greet me, begging
for the apple treats they know are in my pockets.
The barn is massive. It reminds me of a cathedral, with its
soaring ceilings and the filtered sunlight streaming in. I worship here daily.
Marveling at His gorgeous creations, as they nudge my back
pocket or carry me over fences and fields.
Praying for peace and patience, as I begin a new day.
There is no finer religion than losing yourself in His work
and beauty. I soak it in now, along with that unmistakable smell of manure
and sweat.
Author's Note: This week's Write on Edge assignment was to describe a setting, to take our readers to a certain place. The word limit was 200.
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