Poem September 1, 2023

Field of Spirit

Nicky Sudano

To earthborn eyes
the wheat and the tares
seem to grow
side by side:
joy and sorrow,
poor and plenty,
good and evil—
mixed seeds sown
in a meager plot—
until thought,
gathered up
by infinite Truth’s soaring currents
and gentled
in eternal Love’s mighty arms,
begins to open to
immortal Life’s
unending view,
where no tares
have ever grown
in the unbounded
field of Spirit.

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