Thoroughbred

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Thoroughbred

Born in the Valley
Amidst a family of pain
Ignorant of The Shepherd
And all of His ways.

Moving unsteadily
On wobbly legs
Slowly, timidly
Climbing the heights.

Standing, at long last,
On the mountaintop
With the wind in my mane
And the sun on my withers.

All I have gone through,
All I have endured,
All I have experienced,
Have prepared me for
The journey I am on.

Running for the roses.
Heading towards victory.
Strength and encouragement,
In the face of adversity and pain.

All that I require has been
Fully provided for me.
All heaven stands and gazes
And even rejoices at my stride.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

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About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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