Am I … Finally Free?

As I sink deeper down, in this hole which I now find myself
It is dark and cold, destined to be forever lost so it seems

Without a hope of deliverance, surrounded by only the silent black
Invisible companions to which I am endlessly bound

Helpless under a starless sky, no solace or rest I have found
The nightmares within my own mind, they haunt and taunt me

Thundering loudly, my heartbeat marches inside my head
Never ceasing or faltering, the voices continuously scream

Triggered by silent memories, that in the dark will creep
Thoughts like surging waves, pounds the beach with fear

Reaching into this void, do I still believe in the things unseen
For hope and faith, requires a spark to ignite the blaze

I have stumbled ever onward, deeper into confusion of the abyss
Can there be a victory, silently praying for grace and mercy

Source of all my strength, the power of a single name
I can be forever changed, instantly redeemed and forgiven

The arcing of every single life, sends streaks across the night
Cleaving evil and hate, cast away from the glorious light

Finding something, the one thing that hands can never hold
Hearing the angels singing, around the king’s vaulted throne

Now rescued and transcendent, the dark curtain is unfurled
Into the undiscovered realm, along the path we must go

Feeling love and joy, all around swelling higher and higher
It is finally time to rest, time to simply be

Basking in this moment now, no fears and no doubts
Beyond my wildest dreams, am I … finally free?

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Finally Free

 

Born to Run (A personification?)

I was born to run
Wind in my hair
Without wings
I could leap over the moon

My power and grace
From within my heart
Beating steady
God set my rightful place

Wild and strong I am
Never shackled or chained
Nor tamed
I live because I can

My passion forever flows
A protective anger belies
Undying concern
A jealously for my own

My courage over the years
Ever shown in many ways
Facing death
Some would shed silent tears

A loyal companion I would be
To the very bitter end
Never doubt
History will someday see

A symbol for some of time past
I live hunted by those who covet
And hate
I wonder if my story will last

Standing as the days are done
Eyes fixed on the eternities
Forever proud
I was born to run

~Mark Schutter ©2014

The above was written for Free Write Friday using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing based on the following FWF prompt!

per·son·i·fi·ca·tion (pərˌsänəfiˈkāSHən) noun
1. the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.

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Where It All Began!

A ‘Throwback Thursday‘ picture of where my love for horses all began!

Circa 1970?   Mark Schutter ©2014

Circa 1970?    ~Mark Schutter ©2014

I could not really say if this was the very first time I rode a horse by myself, but it definitely was part of what started my journey and love for horses.  I believe this was taken around 1970 when I was 5 or 6, on my uncle’s ranch in central Washington state. (Someone correct me if I am wrong! :))

During my lifetime there has only been one short period of time when my family actually owned horses and this was when I was in high school.  My love for this amazing animal has never wavered.  I have always looked for opportunities to ride and be around horses.  From hunting and pack trips into the wilderness, beach rides and even climbing over fences to ride horses in a nearby field.  Yes, my friends and I got caught and got into trouble! I even started studying veterinary science in college, before turning to pursue my other passion, art.

If you browse my artwork here on the blog in the tab Art Gallery or on my Fine Art America site you will see the image of the horse as a recurring theme.  The challenge of capturing the essence, power, beauty and poetry of this animal I love so much continues to drive me, today.

I guess you could also say it has come full circle as my daughter is now pursing her dreams of horses.  She is taking riding lessons in the Hunter English style from Josie Gillespie of Gillespie Performance Horses. We currently rent a horse for her to ride named Taj Rico, but we just call him Rico.  Rico is the only registered Spanish Arabian all white pinto, and just a beautiful horse.

charis and rico 2The above picture is from Grace Unveiled, my wife’s blog, and her post Arabian’sabout our daughter’s riding. You can also see more pictures under her recent Thankful Thursdaypost.

Now, tell me what is your passion?

Escape; Rest Now

You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682. There is a small window, and the view is nothing but open sea and a setting sun. There is a staircase and you can see daylight at the top…

as I continue looking up towards the top of the staircase the sky is a quickly darkening blue.  Slowly, I creep towards the stairs intently listening for any sound of their coming.  Up the staircase I climb, my bare feet barely feeling the cold of the wood ladder.  The only trace left is my bloody footprint from my the blisters and torn skin on the souls of my feet.  

I hear laughter and loud voices as I near the top.  They must be drinking again as there never seems to be an end to the supply of rum they consume daily.  I quickly contemplate my chances of success and realize it really doesn’t matter as I have no choice. And anything has got to better than this miserable existence.  Cautiously I peer over the edge and they are there about 10 yards away from the opening, most of them drunk, a couple are even passed out.

Without hesitating any longer I pull myself up and out of the hole and begin sprinting across the wood deck of the ship.  I do not feel the pain in my feet nor the aching of muscles from the numerous beatings and the daily physical jobs they have forced me to complete.  As my feet leave the edge of the ship and feel myself weightless, I hear a shout from one of them but the words are lost in the wind.  I fall quickly through the air towards the dark rolling waves below. 

The icy waters close around me taking my breath away and as I surface I shake my head looking for the ship.  I realize it is moving away as the strong wind in the sails is propelling it forward.  My beating heart is all I feel my body numb as the coldness overtakes me.  As I float on the swells I catch glimpses of the ship steadily getting smaller in the distance until it disappears.  I feel a peace at last and realize I am finally free, surrounded by nothing by water and a coming darkness.

I cannot feel my legs or arms but somehow I must be moving them treading water to keep my head above the rising and falling waves.  The tug on my leg seems out of place, making me wonder what just happened.  I realize that my left hand is searching for my leg under the water and there is nothing there only a warmth that rushes over my fingers that is out of place in the icy waters.  A second later I am pulled completely under the water and my world explodes in a brilliant white light and I hear the words, “Rest now.”

~Mark Schutter ©2014

The above was written for Free Write Friday using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information. Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!

 

 

 

Life is found…

life is found;

in the moments,

tender & tragic;

in the moments,

mundane & magic! 

~M ©2014
"Cherry Blossoms at Dusk"  Mark Schutter ©2014 (Taken with Samsung Galaxy S4)

“Cherry Blossoms at Dusk”                             Mark Schutter ©2014           (Taken with a Samsung Galaxy S4 smartphone camera)

Where do you find life?