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WHEAT and TARES
(The Good and The Bad)
BY
KENNETH W. BOGUE
A gleaning of poetic thought
written by the author over a
period of fifty years or more..
Wheat And Tares
(The Good and The Bad)
{“The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and
gather them up? But he said, Nay; lest while you gather up
the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them. Let both
grow together until the harvest- ”} Matthew 13; 28b - 30a
The farmer plucks a head of wheat
and rolls it in his hand.
A gentle puff, the chaff flies in the air.
Inspection of the grain will help
the farmer understand
Condition of the crop and future care.
Some years the brambles and the tares
will drive him to despair,
Some years the grain is shriveled from the
drought.
Some years only resourcefulness, the grace
of God, and prayer
Will help the heads be firm and well filled
out.
And so it is with humankind. Resourceful
minds set free
May stimulate brief flashes of insight;
Which may result in greatness, or in
mediocrity,
Or whisk away like shadows in the night.
A TOAST
May the love of God enfold you
In your work and in your play.
May you think of him as Father
And embrace his perfect way.
May His Son shine brightly through you
Generating hope and cheer.
May you follow in his footsteps
Free from worry, free from fear.
May the Holy Spirit bless you,
Make your life a gleaming ray;
Give you comfort, give your courage
In the living of each day.
When at last you go to glory;
In His presence come to rest;
May you know you made a difference;
May you know you did your best.
AND NO FROGS SING
Oh, Just to be a child again,
To lie in bed at night
With windows open to the breeze,
The night sounds to invite;
The cricket chirping in the grass
Embellishing the scene;
The whirring wings of insects
As they crash against the screen.
And, Oh, to hear cicadas sing
And night birds in the lane,
And hear a hundred thousand frogs
Singing in the rain,
Now fifty short years later I
Still lie in bed at night
And listen for the sounds to come
To make the nighttime bright.
I hear a feeble cricket chirp
Left over from the day;.
Insects no longer hit the screen
For they’ve been sprayed away.
I still enjoy the cooling showers,
The comfort that they bring;
But though I listen long and hard
I hear no rain frogs sing.
Oh, where have all the rain frogs gone,
And creatures of the night?
What have we done to nature’s friends
To make them lose the fight?
And where have all the forests gone?
The water pure and clean?
The creeping deserts, the dead trees,
The country that was green?
And what has happened to us all
That makes us tightly cling
To selfish “progress” that demands
It’s time that no frogs sing?
MORNING PRAYER
My prayer is that your light will shine
As you go on your way,
That you may warm the hearts of all
The lives you touch today.
It’s true a boomerang effect
Will follow what you do,
That all the warmth you spread about
Will come right back to you.
And so I pray when evening’s done
And your night clothes you doff,
You’ll be so bloomin’ warm
That you will kick the covers off.
Other Books by the author: WHEAT AND TARES II
(A continuation of book 1)
TUCKER
(A dog story in verse)
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