Destroy The Seed?

            Johnny sat and thought. It was a hot day; a breeze moved the clouds across the clear sky. He wanted to replay each word the reverend had said that morning so that he could agree or disagree in his mind with each facet of the sermon, but the rustling of the grass and the birds’ chirpings produced such a strong effect on his mind that none of his thoughts went very far. Finally he abandoned his attempts to make sense of what he had heard and embraced the air’s simple, caressing movements. Still, a seed-like guilt shaded his mind.