Wednesday, July 25, 2007

the weeds
grow up with the wheat
choking those who grow
on rocky ground

why, o lord?
why do you let
your children dry out
in the noonday sun?

like the starving
in the midst of plenty
they see only the weeds
in the garden
and move on

when the wheat
that grows among them
is the
Bread of Life

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Poems © Gemma W. Wilson