In the broad plantings of the mind,
like the twelve and seventy,
we thrust the sickle/sword of Truth
and from the Holy Ghost discern
what to save and what to burn:
gleaning only Mind's great good;
but hide not the burning of the tares
for Christ's baptismal fires—bright,
may guide some pilgrim through the night.
Poems
Harvest fires
From the August 1987 issue of The Christian Science Journal