I
am Spelt. I speak here for all the ancient grains--the ancient ones.
I am Spelt. Once a large part of humanity depended on me. I
fed them happily. It was my joy to serve.
I am Spelt. Newer grains were born. Man changed them to suit
his needs. He forgot me.
I am Spelt. I did not have harsh feelings for either man or my cousins.
Instead, I sat and waited. I was ready to serve again, my value still
intact.
I am Spelt. Some have rediscovered me, though not as many as before.
History has come full circle.
I am Spelt. I know my value. I do not need outside validation.
I do not need others to tell me that I matter. Even if I had been
totally forgotten, I would remember myself.
Spelt encourages
Us to know our own value—
To know we matter.
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