Poem May 6, 1944 Issue

The Seed of Truth Bears Fruit

MARY H. OLIVER

Whenever sown within an honest heart
The seed must spring, and safe in thought, must bloom
With fragrance of the sweetest flower. Apart
From good no growth can we permit, no room
Allow for weeds of mortal mind to spread.
There is no hindrance, from the tares, in Mind,
And there our soaring thoughts are ever fed
By Truth, and there, our own true selves we find.

But should the tares seem deep and hard to clear,
More love we must express, more perfectly
Reflect the light of Truth, and thus uproot
All thoughts that try to choke and interfere
With growth. For then, in patience, we shall see
At last the beauty of the ripened fruit.

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