Formidable

We touch the formidable thing
whose harness only exists when
we dream it, otherwise it
runs uncontrollable, pulling us along
as we grip its cords

I can no more tame it
than I can tame myself
it drags me into obscurity
perhaps infamy, who knows -

Perhaps taming's never the thing
to do with it; maybe it's not
meant to be a struggle
and maybe you were never meant
to steer it

Maybe you never looked to see
there's someone at the reins already
and He seems to know what he's doing,
and the thing is like a colt
turning at His touch

And maybe you're just supposed to hold on
let the fellow with the reins steer
and quit trying to take them
out of His hands