TARES AND WHEAT

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 seeMy field, so green and sweet,Blackened and overgrown with weeds.Then, bowed in misery,

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ESCAPE FROM BABYLON
June 26, 1954
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