That ye cast not down tares ~
Lest the fowls of the air fall upon it
and the thief in the night
Who passeth by the door, shall make way with it.
harvest of this earthly life
Each in their proper place
And proper time, that they may be stored
away against the time of the winter.
And so it is of the fruits of the Spirit.
And groweth only in the mind and heart,
Yet truly I say unto ye
But they too must be cherished
Against the fowls of the air;
and the thief who passeth in the night;
our storehouse in Heaven.
by Ernest L. Norman
Excerpt from The Elysium