'MEEK HORSE' ORIGINAL

A horse is power incarnate—strength untamed, fire unbridled, beauty unrestrained.
Born of the wild, it knows no boundary but the horizon, no master but the wind.
Yet power without purpose is fleeting, fire without direction burns to ruin.
For its might to mean something, the storm within must be stilled, the blaze tempered—
not extinguished, but refined into a steady, enduring glow.

No one trusts the untamed, for wildness is as unpredictable as it is dangerous.
Yet the true peril lies not in the beast that never submits,
but in the one that yields—almost.
For in that single moment of rebellion, when obedience falters,
there is harm, there is loss—trust shattered in an instant.
A creature that cannot be relied upon cannot fulfill its purpose,
and power without trust is a force wasted.

Only in complete surrender to its Master does the horse become truly mighty.
Not weak, not diminished, but made whole—
its strength given meaning, its fire given direction.
For it is not in resistance, but in trust,
that its purpose is found,
and its power made great.