The Ten Virgins

Beautiful virgins, ten they were.

At dusk set they forth,

Bracing the cold and the draught,

On a journey to get

For themselves, what was dear.

O'er the valleys, o'er the mountains,

Through rivers, passing by crystal fountains,

Journeying, willing not to rest awhile

For the prize, no distraction could deny.






Lamp in hand? Still burning.

Legs and back? So aching.

Patience says just a little more.

Persevere! You would soon be at that door.




The five with extra oil were said to be wise,

The other could live without shoes on ice:

Extra oil is extra baggage, so unnecessary

The bridegroom would of course, not tarry.

Truly, they kept their word to their honour.

That such thinking only leads to eternal penury,

They soon found out to their utter horror.

When the door is shut, who'll give them succour.




I would not reckon with those 'wise' ones.

The opportunity to impact their world came;

And in the journey of life, it could come just once.

Would you keep to yourself and be so lame:

Placing eternity in much remembrance

While on earth you have no relevance?