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Turning the fields from kernel to bushel

With harvest now filling the storehouse with soul

Plow finding rest

Sickle swinging low

In calloused hands so bloody

Pained only further by backbreaking loads

Sweat speaks a Proverb the hardworking know

Hands hanging idle are heart's still unknown

Tongue's speaking slander

Young ears exposed

Drum down like hammer to anvil

'Till lies become truths solid as stone

Wind in the air now blowing straight through

Scabbing the knees as prayers all consume

Aching of heart

Breaking too soon

And, asking for sustinance

As summer unblooms

Dressed now completely in winter's costume

The flakes started slowly, then rupture induced

Splitting wide open

Blizzard he blew

Strong, wild, and wicked

Down the fireplace flue

Hope held strong when facing the gloom

And, though shivering took hold, it never shook loose

Fire of heart

Though greatly reduced

Burned like an oven

And, spoke words so astute

Thawing began to cover the meadow

As fables of old became harder to swallow

Mercy melted sin

Forgiveness soon followed

As the prayers of last summer

Once held silent, sang so loud and audible

Now looking out on the fields so beautiful

Lessons of life dwarf the uncountable kernels

Springing like hope

Springs still eternal

Providing us purpose and companionship through

Life's ever wandering, unknowable circle