Parable of the Weeds


Like the parables of the weeds,

We roam the world in our cloak of deeds,

Angels marveling at our predicament

As weeds rally around our embankments

While we struggle to stay in consecration

Some gets choked to death in sudden conclusion

Many are uprooted together with weeds

To be separated – weeds from seeds

Still many struggle till this moment

Oblivious of the intended flaming torment

But while weeds thrive, we strive

In anxious expectation

Of the great heavenly selection!



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