Wheat and Tares Up and down the streets of our town the light of the beautiful people shines on us from billboards and newsstands and big screen TV's. While the righteous are seeds sown in the cracks of the dirty sidewalks, pushing their roots into the honest soil beneath. As the seeds sprout, the cracks widen. How much would it cost to choose between a fake flower in acrylic admired on a shelf, or a seed sacrificing its perfect shape to bless the ground?
Clarence Thompson's Questions:
1. Is the meaning of the poem clear?
2. Does the third stanza continue to develop the idea set forth in the first two stanzas?
3. Is there a more powerful or compact way to say what I've said? A better image?
Thanks very much!