Wheat and tares

Matthew 13:29-30 New English Translation (NET Bible)

29 But he said, ‘No, since in gathering the darnel you may uproot the wheat along with it. 30 Let both grow together until the harvest. At harvest time I will tell the reapers, “First collect the darnel and tie it in bundles to be burned, but then gather the wheat into my barn.”’”

 

What a week … seems just a breath

Days disappearing in some-thingness

Whatever has been left behind?

Will it grow or die in nothingness?

 

How many seeds fell to the ground?

Did I water somewhere needed?

Was fertilizer and shovel in my hand?

To help the growth of the heeded

 

Did I trim the useless branches?

But who decided them to be burned?

Is it not Him, Who knows the difference

between the wheat and tares within?

 

Who makes me judge over the "fallen"?

Am I not a doer of the law to be?

Is my standard now appalling

Do so others see the fake in me?

 

Where to go when stuck in traffic?

How to leave the highway of destination?

Blocked are exits by the baffled

As wasted fuel pollutes my sense of fiction 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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