The Savior’s wheat and tares parable acknowledges the opposition in all things as good and evil seeds grow together until a harvest of sifting and burning.
Therefore, let the wheat and the grow together until the harvest is fully ripe; then ye shall first gather out the wheat from among the tares, and after the gathering of the wheat, behold and lo, the tares are bound in bundles, and the field remaineth to be . (Doctrine and Covenants 86:7)
Through beautiful introspection, Rachel Ure applies the totality of the wheat and tares parable to herself, acknowledging the opposition in herself and foreseeing her personal harvest of sifting and burning.
My Wheat and My Tares by Rachel Ure
I am a field of tares and wheat,
Parts of me bitter—parts of me sweet.
Together they grow, both heaven and hell.
Isn’t that life? What it means to dwell
On this earth full of heartache, anger and pain?
Yes. Tares grow in line with the sweet tender grain.
For how to know light, pure love and relief
Without darkness, frustration and seasons of grief?
All through my days this harvest will grow
Dancing in the wind until He will sow—
He’ll gather me into the safest embrace,
Gaze into my eyes with His hands on my face.
He will see all, the good and the bad—
The things I am proud of—the trouble I’ve had.
He’ll see all my burden, my weakness and fear.
His Love will flood through—Holy Fire will sear—
Away every thorn, all my shame, all the dark.
My tares will all burn being touched by His spark.
Love will cleanse away pride, warm away buried pain
Till only the wheat in my field will remain.
I’ll choose to be gathered—free from all cares
For He loves me. He knows me. My wheat and My tares.
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