This post is about the short film The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse. Directed by Charlie Mackesy and Peter Baynton. Starring Jude Cowell Nicoll, Tom Hollander, Idris Elba, and Gabriel Byrne. You can watch the film here on Amazon Prime Video.
Home Is Somewhere Warm
A telling of warmth amongst cold places. A crawling above from once small spaces. A coming to ease with brave new traces. A making of hope, in the taking of paces. An opening of being, amongst many graces.
Prefer to listen? Hear my reading of the reflection aloud.
I’m Lost
I’m lost. Where do I go? I settle for sorrows to carry alone.
Mopey and glum, a hope best not to mettle.
I wander and ponder, as there, I then settle.
Moled beneath so that I may live. Curiously adventuring for what so solemnly is.
An offering to me as to what I may follow. A path to meaning and what heartedly wallows.
Waters stream to more than the eye. A living water, unhollow, to bring new life.
Quietly Beyond All Things
I am sorry, really it’s a mistake. It’s okay it happens, it’s okay to make.
A seeing to things, together we wake. A kindness to give, a kindness to take.
So much of a beauty for us tend, a search to be had for a boy and his friend.
Not for me, I don’t mind the hold. Which way do I go, I was left untold.
I’m something of the making of the inside out, the passive undertaking to shadows of doubt.
What Do You Dream About?
Less afraid, to be more than a dream. If only by the touch, it’s all I need.
I pray, and too was preyed; in this I quiver, I dare to slip away.
Trapped, oh dear, I am not afraid. A snaring of death comes face to face.
I did so well, a taking to action. A great freedom, our own reactions.
A Mole Ball
Soon I was rolling and playing and laughing.
Too soon I was falling and crashing and drowning.
The offer of help, the offer I missed. In dive, he helped, he caught my drift.
I wept to the thought of my loss to come, but pleased thereafter, for it was not done.
Lost Sometimes
There I see he trots subtle in distance, to feel, I hope, something of a reminiscence.
At a loss I go, I am lost I know. In living I long for the warmth of home.
I hope for things, a kind of light. I wary amongst leaves, a loss of life.
I dance, I cheer, we play again, nothing is not nothing when with my friends.
We saddle and I know how small I am, in my difference I see how big I am.
I go for the light, faster and faster, I feel and see all that matters.
I Let It Go
To this I let go for only a moment, sorrow I feel, it was not on purpose.
Am I this way? Why do I tear?
Tears fall but for only a reason. Tears are a strength and not a weakness.
I do believe, though not in myself. As this I believed, because of what I have felt.
It is difficult, my pain in living. Though far greater is love, than to what I am feeling.
I’ll catch up, I’m sure, to it one day. I long to live to know that day.
Right Under Your Nose
A speaking to me, never and neither. Nothing to say, why even bother.
Honesty is real, and of a virtue, do not let the opposite be what hurts you.
Asking for help is always brave, when I need it I seek, yet I still hesitate.
To say I love you is hard to me, but I still express your meaning to me.
Not good, it seems, how long may it last? A focus to what I hold; this too shall pass.
Look How Far We’ve Come
If I don’t see it, then do I not know it? A feeling I get, I can’t do this.
Reminded that I am loved and I am important.
I bring to this world what no one else can, so I hold on to what makes me all that I am.
Something worth telling that I do not, a thinking of me that I have blocked.
So there I arise with my wings to be and in like manner I am all that I can be.
Astonish the clouds with such great heights that I reach, a smiling for my friends, to all of me.
My eyes then set, what I long for in sight, a catching of breath, a marvelous night.
It Looks Like A Home
What I had thought, here it is then. The home that I found, as I journeyed with friends.
A thanks I have, the thanks I give. The good I now have, the byes I give.
No more, no less, just as I am. Difficult to say what meets its end.
A missing to be had, an understanding to be met.
Home has its place, it has always been there. To think it has not is almost unfair.
I ponder on the warmth that I could have missed; a kindness, even the stars, truly a gift.
I Love You
You know all of me, and you still love me?
I know all of you, and love you all the more.
Is that why we’re here, to love and be loved?
That is why you’re here, to love as I love.
To The Believer
How do I bring forth what so longs inside? A dirge of dances I weep and I cry. I long for the holding of what I can’t muster, a bringing to my knees, I long for my brothers. I anger, I fall, I try, I mess up. Wounds so deep they cut and cut. To think of what was and has always been. As once I was dead but now I live.
A bringing to home of what dwells inside; my friend, my companion, both day and night. For he loomed over the waters, from chaos to order. Once what filled, is now complete, a dwelling in places for those who believe.
I love you so. I love you so. In the darkness, there you show, and to the light, there you grow. Where once I taverned you rooted me out, your presence I have known there is no doubt. Now that I know, I praise and sing. A glorious, almighty, an awesome king! My father, my maker, my savior, my friend; from my beginnings and to my ends!
“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.”
John 14:16-17
Credit: Script and select images used in this post are from The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse (© NoneMore and Bad Robot Productions). Included for reflective commentary and thematic analysis.
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