Wrigley Carried Us
Requiem for a therapeutic horse
by Rabbi Bradley Shavit Artson
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On top your broad back, the world flowed better.
Children found their rhythm as you carried them round and round.
Your wild white mane erupted hope and grace
Your steady, stubborn gait
reclaimed the ground, step by step,
for children who faltered or lost their way.
For children the world doesn’t see, you showed them a way.
For bodies that don’t really respond to the instructions of their minds,
you rocked them into a cadence that they could carry in their bones
and walk, on their own, into the world.
Fleshy, horsy vision of God’s love --
the kind that doesn’t back down,
doesn’t really follow directions,
snorts and stomps
but lifts first one child
and then the next.
You taught us, Wrigley,
that it is always about carrying one child at a time.
That we can all sit tall
when astride a saddle of love, strength, support.
That progress isn’t just about moving ahead,
but that attentive love is also about standing put,
Till the job is done.
And, Wrigley, your job is done,
From this day on, your kids will carry you
as they circle the stables of life,
and your stalwart heart
will echo in their grateful love.
Those kids always were just a little bit horse,
as you were, oh!, so human.