A Grain in the Wind

A tiny grain of wheat lies comfortably in the cozy pile of grain

Warm, under the soft morning sun

The music of the birds echo lazily in the air

Our tiny grain of wheat relaxes and closes her eyes

It’s such a beautiful day

What could possibly go wrong?

Suddenly, heavy feet approach

Strong but gentle hands lift the pile into a basket

What is going on? Why so much shaking and tossing

Oh, what is it? Why am I tumbling so?

Up, up, up, the basket goes

And suddenly, the whole pile is being poured out

Our little grain of wheat comes tumbling down

A gust of wind accosts her with strong force

It threatens to blow her away with it, to where she knew not

But I must remain here, she pants, I must remain in the barn house

Out there, there’s birds to eat you, fire to burn you, feet to trample you

I’m safe in the barn, to fulfill my destiny properly

Oh, I must not be blown away by this strong wind

I must go down, straight and sure, unto the pile of the chosen

And so she clung to the sides of other determined seeds

Braving the impact of the strong gusts of wind

She watch the chaff being blown away

She knew that if she was not careful, she could also be blown away with the wind

If she was not healthy and strong, with enough weight to weather the storm

She was grateful she had developed and grown properly

A full blown seed, big and strong

And as she landed again on the freshly purged pile

She watched the chaff being carted away to the fire-pit

And she rejoiced to be among the wheat chosen to be gathered into the barn

The winds are blowing. The shaking is happening. The uncomfortable tossing and turning. Are you wheat or chaff? Will you persevere and endure till the end?

#Matthew312

#meditationsofapilgrim