Remain calm



Remain calm. The best advice.

Life is fragile. Handle with prayer.

Dancing on the edge of panic.

And a stillness holds me back.

Be still. Be still. Breathe. In. Out.

Running in place doesn’t make miles.

It’s a fast getaway on a rocking horse.

Feed goes in poop comes out.

Life is what goes in during the between.

Mind, body, spirit. Praying. Hoping.

Knowing what has to be done,

just not knowing how to the when.

Wishing I could sleep in the sun

with the cats and the dogs instead.

Hunting down elusive things and

doing work. Wondering at the

view ahead. Snowy roads.

Rainy days. Stormy maybe.

One step. Just one. Left or right?

God doesn’t count the steps

forward or back, He sees the heart.

He counts the tears. Not the fears.

He counts the scars that tell

we survived another bout.

He steps in His own time.

We walk, humbly at best,

and often kicking, screaming

being dragged by our stubborn

hands, heels dug in holding on.

I want place of ‘okay’ because

I know it. I don’t want the risk.

The unknown can be amazing.

But it is unknown and therefore

we are taught to fear it. Only the

reckless or crazy seek it wildly.

We leave limbo behind, boldly.

Dancing down an ice covered

highway, left or right turn?

Go. Just go. Get going.

Remain calm. Be still.

God’s got this. Breathe.

Live. Love. Laugh.

Pray. Pray first. Pray.

Prayer is


He spat a tobacco plug.

Prayin’ oughta be done first girl.

No sense askin’ for savin’ in a hurricane.

I nod. Listening. Knowing more was to come.

Pick yer horse. Saddle up. Give God the reins.

You gotta ride with God, prayerin first, not last.

He nods at a wild mare, she comes running but dashes away.

She’s got the devil in her. Praying won’t save ya from a wreck.

Prayer woulda told ya to ride the sorrel tho, she’s steady and true.

How often, do we grab the pretty bronc, saddle up and pray as we fly?

Gettin’ bucked off don’t mean the end, but why pray after the ground hits?

Prayin is first thing ya do before yer eyes open, an at the last as they close.

Be thankful for whatcha have, whatcha missed and what makes ya stronger.

Even a quiet horse will hop ya around, but that makes ya a better horseman.

I rub the ears of a sweet old mare, kid’s horse, and give her a treat. I nod. I hear.


 for Open Link Night


  1. February 11, 2014 at 8:30 pm

    OOOOOOOOOohhhh. …I kind of get your thinking, a bit rambly, like my own. I thought these were two poems at first? But on second look, not…so many lines I really enjoyed. dancing on the edge of panic, food goes in poop out…that makes me wish for working on a farm, or having a son. Also I just love the horse pic, Shanyn and the quote. I want the place of okay, too, familiarity brings comfort…but then again, we all long for the wild at heart, don’t we?

    • shanyns said,

      February 11, 2014 at 8:39 pm

      Thanks, glad you enjoyed it! I’ll put the horse quote on your wall to share and keep. 🙂 Working on a farm, or ranch, puts things in a different perspective sometimes. And having boys around – big and small – keeps things very wild sometimes, and always interesting! I want to be wild at heart, and free but in my own sanctuary. Oh to be so bold!

  2. brian miller said,

    February 11, 2014 at 8:31 pm

    prayer is where all things should start…putting it in gods hands to handle…no matter what we are facing…the good or the bad…its when we try to do it in our own power that we screw it up;…smiles. sometimes its a little late when we are in deep…hoping god will save us of the consequences of our own actions….

    • shanyns said,

      February 11, 2014 at 8:41 pm

      Oh He saves us because He loves us. But He won’t let us miss the lessons either. Saving, yes. Bailing out, probably not! But that’s the wonder of Grace, isn’t it? Thanks for coming by Brian! God bless.

  3. February 11, 2014 at 8:40 pm

    Ah.. sounds like a prayer combined with making the right safe selections is what makes the day… Praying to save our selves from trouble usually doesn’t work that great.

    • shanyns said,

      February 11, 2014 at 8:41 pm

      You are right Bjorn, when we saddle the bronc we have to ride it. Praying to pick the right ride before hand works much better! 🙂 Thanks for coming over, and I’m glad you enjoyed this.

  4. claudia said,

    February 11, 2014 at 8:40 pm

    smiles… yes… often we remember (or i at least – ha) when we’re amidst in a heavy gallop already — better to pry before we get on that horse – and in trouble….smiles

    • shanyns said,

      February 11, 2014 at 8:42 pm

      Yep you got that right Claudia! Better to pray before we are looking down on a bucking horse and waiting for the ground to catch us (it always does, ouch!). Glad you enjoyed this my friend.

  5. Glenn Buttkus said,

    February 11, 2014 at 9:30 pm

    For many of us we find God in the mountains, living high & free on the top of the world, hear angelic choirs in the wind passing over the foothills, and likewise we approach prayer with the same passionate diversity; nice piece, Shanyn; thanks.

    • shanyns said,

      February 11, 2014 at 10:10 pm

      It is true. I love seeing Him in those places. And hearing the angels in the wires, and trees and grass. So pleased you liked this my friend!

  6. Mary said,

    February 11, 2014 at 11:11 pm

    I like the message of remaining calm because God is in charge. It is nice to be able to put our worries in His hands, knowing He will be there for us.

    • shanyns said,

      February 12, 2014 at 2:24 pm

      Amen! He is always there for us. It’s just hard to remember when we buy the worldly lie of doing it all ourselves! Thanks for coming by Mary.

  7. hisfirefly said,

    February 12, 2014 at 4:00 pm

    even when you feel like you’re running in place…
    He’s taking you somewhere
    breathe into it!

  8. February 12, 2014 at 7:20 pm

    Wow, Shanyn. This is packed full of life lessons. A poem not to be read quickly but to be chewed and digested!

  9. February 12, 2014 at 9:38 pm

    “Life is fragile. Handle with prayer.” So many wonderful lines, filled with all the best intentions… we try, we fail, we try again… loved by a great LOVE, supported when we let go because trying feels impossible.

  10. Bryan Ens said,

    February 12, 2014 at 10:20 pm

    too often I forget to pray until trouble comes. Thanks for the reminder to give the reins to God first and foremost! And thanks for a wonderful poem!

  11. lynndiane said,

    February 13, 2014 at 1:37 am

    Good ‘ole cowboy wisdom makes for a great ride 😀

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