MEDITATIONS
"Weeds in the Wheat", July 2009, by Meg Kimble

A meditation on Matthew 13:24-30

“He put before them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and then went away. So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared as well. And the slaves of the householder came and said to him, ‘Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where, then, did these weeds come from? He answered, ‘An enemy has done this.’ The slaves said to him, Then do you want us to go and gather them? But he replied, ‘No; for in gathering the weeds you would uproot the wheat along with them. Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them into bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.’”

I am lovely.
I weave and wrap myself around the stalks of wheat.
I embrace. I adore entwined.
My tender green leaves and sweet white buds
decorate the plain, the straight, the upright.

Can’t they see? Why don’t they recognize the beauty?
Why can’t they understand that
though I am different, though I am not one
I am other and I have my own beauty.

My offering to the Creator, the Sower, is fragrant and lovely to behold.
I offer myself to another.
For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.

The earth is rich enough for us both.
There is sun and rain enough to share.
If I take anything from the wheat that it needs to grow and flourish
then perhaps, in exchange
I give protection to the wheat ―
from harm before the time of harvest; from hungry birds or gusts of wind bringing showers of hail.

At harvest I am tired. I do not mind leaving. I am no longer so lovely or fragrant. A last embrace. A tender parting and I am gathered together ready to greet beautiful Sister Fire.

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