a benediction for the new year

sun, its brazen light uncaring

joys and sorrows, curse and blessing

wind blows through it, never ceasing

field and fallow, all for reaping

we did once, and many times

we have done what can be done

in our straining and our trials

we have won what can be won

and through it all, a blessed current

a never ending stream

never visible, ever apparent

the life of sun's bright gleam

so joy has come to one and all

and reaps our harvest, big or small

and barren fields that lie empty

will be turned and bring aplenty

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