by Sister Meg Sass

Puff balls of thistle down

Rise above the golden heads;

Both run with the north east breeze.

One floats high on summer’s air

Spreading destruction everywhere

Sucking up water and sun,

Clogging up combines, yellow and red

Smothering the fields, tangling the stems,

Feeding the birds of blue heaven.

The other formed into golden sheaves

Then ground, kneaded and baked,

Feeds all peoples of earth.

Animals both wild and tame

Crunch and are sustained

Stalks burned by fire.

Unlikely companions growing together,

Tug, crowd, compete, increase

In life giving tension

Growing together until the harvest

Like us.