Welcome!
To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me,
water and care for me, and, when the day's work
is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed
and stall wide enough for me to lie down in
comfort.
Always be kind to me. Talk to me. Your voice
often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me
sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly
and learn to love you. Never strike, beat or kick
me when I do not understand what you want, but
give me a chance to understand you. Watch me,
and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is
not wrong with my gear or my feet.
Do not check me so that I cannot have the free
use of my head. If you insist that I wear blinders,
so that I cannot see behind me as it was
intended I should, I pray you be careful that the
blinders stand well out from my eyes.
Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will
drip on me. Keep me well shod. Examine my teeth
when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth
and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my
head in an unnatural position, or take away my
best defense against flies and mosquitoes by
cutting off my tail. I cannot tell you when I am
thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save
me, by all means in your power, from that fatal
disease - the glanders. I cannot tell you in words
when I am sick, so watch me, that by signs you
may know my condition. Give me all possible
shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on
me, not when I am working but when I am
standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my
mouth; first warm it by holding it a moment in
your hands.
I try to carry you and your burdens without a
murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of
the day or night. Without the power to choose my
shoes or path, I sometimes fall on the hard
pavements which I have often prayed might not
be of cement but of such a nature as to give me a
safe and secure footing. Remember that I must
be ready at any moment to lose my life in your
service.
And finally, o my master, when my useful strength
is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or
sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured
and starved to death; but do thou, my master,
take my life in the kindest way, and your God will
reward you here and hereafter. You will not
consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of
Him who was born in a Stable,
Amen
Author unknown
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