Category: horses

About Caroline’s Purpose

The question I get asked the most is probably, “What is your book about?” I’ve always struggled to answer, but now, I can just share what’s written on the back cover:

“Caroline Davis, a sophomore in college, finds herself at a crossroads, suffocated by fear and anxiety. Everything she claimed to be or dreamed of becoming has been lost to her, including her faith in God.

When she meets Connor Taylor, Caroline finds that he is able to relate to her pain more than she would have thought possible.

With the help of Edison, an abused horse, Connor seeks to help Caroline learn to use her past as a stepping stone towards the future.

As her relationship with Connor grows, Caroline must make a choice to conquer her fear or to stay where she feels safe. Their relationship and her future hang in the balance.”

Remember it’s now available for preorder on Amazon and Barnes and Noble! The Kindle and Nook editions are available too.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Carolines-Purpose-Erica-Zaborac/dp/1611533929

Barnes and Noble: https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/carolines-purpose-erica-zaborac/1138372131?ean=9781611533927

One of Me

You paint seas of purple skies,
designing every sunrise, sunset.
You place every sparkle in the starlit night,
yet, You made one of me.

You take each snow flake and crystal,
Structuring each one just so.
No two are alike, each are crafted,
Unique, yet, You made one of me.

You imagined the horse,
giving it strength, power, and beauty,
Fragility and grace in one being,
yet, You made one of me.

You filled the depths of the ocean,
With colors and creatures beyond
What can be seen, or believed,
yet, You made one of me.

You decorated the forests and plains,
With birds and their songs,
With beasts and their roars,
yet, You made one of me.

It’s so humbling, looking at creation,
looking at Your creativity at work,
to know the same God made me,
to know that You included me in Your plan.

You wrote my story, my purpose,
You crafted me, and shaped me.
And when I don’t feel good enough,
I look around, and remember,

You made one of me.

Home

They say home is where
Your heart is.
Maybe because it always
Goes with.

It stays in place,
Beating and pumping,
Keeping a rhythm,
Staying whole.

It’s doors and windows
Open, letting in other souls,
Places, and dreams
To hold.

But the wind blows,
And life changes,
Causing cracks and
Breaks to form.

But still, it goes on
Beating and pumping,
Though the new rhythm
Changed the song.

It has to move on, or
Move away, letting go,
Instead of holding on
To the pain.

Home is where the
Heart is, since it always
Stays. But home becomes
More than one place,

Found in the pieces
That are broken off,
That can’t come with-
Even though without them,

It’ll never be whole.

Old Friend

My oldest friend
Has never said a word to me,
But he’s the best speaker I know,
Once you’ve learned how to listen.

He’s heard every dream and heartache,
And caught every tear,
As it slid from my cheek and clung
To his coat, waiting to be absorbed.

He’s taught me more about dealing
With and living through pain,
Than anyone else could. Always
Making a lesson out of what he’s endured.

His heart is genuine, he holds no grudges.
Forgiving even those who cut him deep.
His soft muzzle nuzzling their palm,
Warm air blowing through their fingers.

He thinks he’s king, holding the herd in check.
Keeping an eye out for threats that exist,
And, for those that don’t.
But you can never be too safe.

He still runs and plays like a carefree colt,
Even though his muscles and joints tell the truth
Of the years that are catching up to him.
More days behind him than before.

Our time is shortened by each sunset,
Each passing season and star.
But for now, I’ll cling to his mane.
And listen to every word still unspoken,

Throwing in a few thoughts of my own,
Thanking him for everything he’s given.
Thanking him for everything he is and has been.

Thanking him
for all he was.

The only mane I can cling to now,
Is the small piece that I kept.
It smells like him, feels like him,
And listens to my heart break.

The sun sets and fades over the mountain,
Casting shadows over a fresh pile of dirt,
Tears now soak the ground, not his coat,
And time can’t be reversed.

But his soul will live on,
Even if his body can’t,
In the memories I cling to,
And always, always, in my heart.

Focus

It’s out of focus,
Felt and seen, but fuzzy
Around the edges.
Blurriness.

The colors are there and
Some shapes are vivid.
But the whole picture lacks
Exactness.

The wrong angle, the wrong
Set up, here and there,
Brought this image of
Uncertainty.

Light was given to the
Wrong place, darkness remained
Over what needed to be seen.
Invisibility.

A mistake, an image worth
Nothing. Just something to throw
Away, something to be
Forgotten.

A lesson missed, advice not
Taken. Pray, wait, and see.
Hope that it’s not just
Forsaken.

Fading

Rainbows fade,
Sunflowers wilt.
Their beauty
Only lasts
For a certain time.

The sun will rise,
Just to set.
The day ending
Whether you’re ready
Or not.

The young stallion,
Grows old and Arthritic,
In what seems like
One rotation around
The sun.

The heart breaks,
In an instant,
Without warning,
When the unexpected
Takes it’s firm hold.

Confidence,
Shakes and fails.
Causing doubts, disbelief,
That anything done or said
Will ever be correct.

Rainbows fade,
Sunflowers wilt.
Maybe to teach us
To enjoy what we have
While we have it.