The cold wind coarsely races
across the stiff and frosted grass,
it tugs and pries a million places,
slicing through like shards of glass.
Long and dark a shadow lies
before my boots upon the ground.
Blinded by sunlight in my eyes
I jam my hands deeper and glance around.
Such beauty and such bounty
on me does God bestow,
even though my actions past
should bury me far below.
The blessed Lord has given much
where little or nothing I earn
and simply teaches lessons such
in the shadow of my barn.
The Sparkly-Eyed Man 