Wheat
We are all wheat—
planted by the Father,
cultivated by His hand,
nurtured by His love,
replete with the promise
of uncompromised fruitage.
Though our field of conscious thought
may seem flecked with specks of tares,
we continue unimpressed—at God’s behest—
confident that no terror of a tare
can ever compete
with the completeness of our wheat-ness.
James Walter
Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.