Blessed Are the Broodmares...

Blessed are the broodmares in the field...Patiently carrying their heavy load...Without complaint waiting for the big day...When they, without a sound, lay down in the straw.

And then the most amazing thing happens...the miracle of a brand new life...Now the everlasting circle is complete...the amazing wonder of a living thing.

                     ~by M. Phyllis Lose