Touching these grains with my hand makes me feel like
Pouring solar energies in the millions of pipes
That open the thirsty cells of my body.

Watching these golden warriors of Life on my palm makes me think
Of Bread, Hope, Labour and Love.
The heart of these tiny Creatures of God sets the Adoration pace
In me.

Listening to their humble music makes me tidy up the rooms
Of my soul.
The simplicity of their message kneels me.
Their beauty and wisdom remind me
To better understand the Grains of Truth.

I am looking at you coming. The Sun itself - you and your heart.
The Sun itself in the glittering grains of wheat
On my palm.
Worship.