When I was a little girl, I found a copy of this prayer, deep in the bottom of the tack box. I spent hours reading it…and knew it by heart. This prayer guided me, in my interactions with all the horses in my life…and with a lot of other animals, too. Today, I still think about this prayer in those moments when I am working in the barn. I wish I still had it, but it has been lost to time. I knew it was old, and its oldness held a special reverence for me. This words rang true when it was written, when I sat in the barn reading it, and still ring true today. I can still feel the paper in my hands…and my heart will always carry its words.