Saturday, February 23, 2013

Mount Up

We ride. Regardless of inclement weather. No matter blistered butts, chafed thighs, or weary bones-- we ride. There are hypothetical garrisons to relief, troops to reinforce, or enemies to be engaged. More practically, there are pumps to be primed, mail to deliver, bacon to bring home. There are babies to tend, adolescents to guide, elderly to comfort--so we ride. And if all we can muster is a paean that is "cold and broken" let it be so. Though heavy of heart and feeble in faith, mount up. The word on our lips is still "hallelujah" and that will suffice. We ride.

*Anne Marie Murphy

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