I looked at my brother's field
and I saw tares
and I saw wheat
but I wept over the tares
and forgot to joy
over the wheat
and then I thought
"I will try to rid him of his tares.
Yes, I will pull out these ugly weeds."
But as I pulled a tare,
a stalk of wheat on either side
was uprooted
and fell unto the ground.
And so I stopped to listen,
and the answer came.
I turned back to my own field
and cultivated and cared
for my crop
so that when the harvest came,
we both bundled and burned our tares
and we both reaped our wheat
and shared in the multitude of our harvest.
