Wheat and Weeds
Wheat and weeds within me grow,
Carrying on like friend and foe.
Always mixing, always climbing,
Rising up wherever I sow.
Sturdy stalks and thorny limbs,
Clashing in the yearly winds.
Always touching, always fighting,
Spurring virtues and rebellious sins.
Wheat that only God can provide,
Weeds that only sprout to divide.
Always growing, though never knowing,
If wheat or weeds in the end will abide.
Fr. Thomas Flynn, LC
