It is like sorting chaff and wheat,
takes Time,
takes a tool,
results in a harvest,
starts with seed,
Patiently you will end up, with what you sow,
freed from weeds,
nourished by water,
spurred on by Light,
Filtering choices like want or need,
one may be darkness,
the other feeds you soul,
each day is unto itself,
and starts when you open your eyes,
Sound the battle cry, you are not alone, find Comfort as
you live some and die some,
each day, seed some JOY.