His house is in the village square.
Convenient, true.
Wish I were there.
But envy puts the envious to shame.
Confuses the envied—
Places blame
On God for what you manifest.
When focus belongs on how you’re blessed.
The Son of Man returns within.
You must become a child again.

This poem was inspired by Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”