Blaize

Such trust. 
I had only a handful of sugar cubes...and a silent promise.

'I will not hurt you. Come closer.'

It's not often that I'm invited in.
It's not always - in the winter - that I find her out in her pasture.

They call her Blaize.
Her name doesn't resemble her.
She's soft. She's gentle. She's oh so very beautiful.

I thanked her for allowing me to share my meager gifts.
Small offerings.
I thanked her for letting me in...for opening her heart.
I thanked her for believing.