The wheat of me

It is the wheat of me

That nourishes my soul.
The breeze of Spirit blows
Illusion tares away.

Rise, meet the light of day
With joy in newfound sight
That looks beneath all blight
And sings with confidence
The soul's full sustenance

That is the wheat of me.

MARY CAROLYN ANGELOS

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