Guest Post: Wheat and Tares
By: Adrianne (Knitting enthusiast. Sometimes writer of thoughts.)
Wheat and Tares
A coal has burned into my heart
Tearing more than me apart.
I do not dwell on right or wrong
Most is grey in my life’s song.
But wounded to my brothers bend
Seeking from my sisters,friends.
Wheat from Tares the coal will sift
And maybe that is the coal’s gift.
The Tares will turn with angry shout
And chase away the ones with doubt.
The wheat will reach with open arms
And hold this coal and with me mourn.
Brothers, Sisters friends we’ll be
Regardless of the coal you see.
Unless the tares o’rcome the field
My heart by sheaves of Wheat be healed.