What Is There To Lose Or Misconstrue Poem by Mark Heathcote

My path is a walk on through golden wheat
And be found still wandering incomplete;
As only a seed can I be completely whole
You may search my branches, roots and extol
That even as I grow in moral depth,
Even I-can-increase my hearts breadth.

My path is to be a bug in his window
Searching the dark corners of my sorrow
As only a bug a dung beetle can do
What is there to lose or misconstrue
By his grace, we‘re here to see it through,
And find our own, misplaced wings too.