The Clear Picture

This poem is probably 2 years old, give or take:

Beneath the stars and through the trees
I've thrown myself down on my knees
I'm at the mercy of the earth
I'll prove myself and show my worth

And though I'm nothing of myself
In him I find a stronger man
A toy, once placed upon a shelf
But now I'm loved into a plan

So in the mud I see so clear
The painting, once by dirt all smeared
Exuberant in the eyes of mine
And in the dark, still there you shine

I gasp for breath, to taste the air
To start the race from where I stand
And close behind I feel so bare
By grace, by love, I grab your hand