Poem June 26, 1954 ISSUE

TARES AND WHEAT

Sylvia Joan Albery

My field was sown with care:
I planted, tenderly,
Seeds of Spirit, Truth, and Love.
The springing shoots were fair.

One day I looked to see
My field, so green and sweet,
Blackened and overgrown with weeds.
Then, bowed in misery,

I sought in vain to dig,
To root up pain and fear,
Wrestle with envy, pride, and hate.
The task was too big,

Until I prayed to see
What was His will
Who made the good, the pure, the true.
His answer came to me:

"Let the wheat grow.
Let love and joy and peace
Dwell and flourish in your heart;
Only the truth know.

"And after sun and rain
The harvest hour will come
When angel thoughts reveal your corn—
Nothing but golden grain."

Sylvia Joan Albery

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