A very long time ago people in villages
and cities had no written word and
were taught stories called parables
which were easily understood
and their truths were taught to their
and their children’s children . . .
There is a story told in an
Ancient land of a village set on a hill
The sun was setting and the shadows
Gathering and light streaming
From the windows of a house full of
Ten young virgins are sewing their gowns
Of silk and lace. There is excitement in
The air as people wait for a marriage
Procession to take place.
A bride is waiting for her groom!
The night is far spent and weary of the
Wait their eyelids slowly closing and
With a yawn they all fell asleep.
At midnight there is heard
A cry. Waking abruptly, smoothing
Their gowns and plating their hair they rush
Out the door following close behind.
Their lamps trimmed and burning five
Were wise and five were foolish they all
Had oil in their lamps but as the night
Wore on their oil ran out. Five had
Brought extra but five did not.
Running to the wise –
“Give us of your oil” but the wise replied
“We have not enough to share”
“Go to the village and buy some there
That you may enter into the marriage
The five returned with oil in their lamps
But the five wise had already gone into
The banquet hall and the door was shut
The five were left in darkness
The message is given –
With our busy lives and burdened with cares
we are often tempted to neglect the things
that will help us prepare for the important
things of life . . .
“Watch and pray with your lamps trimmed
For you know not the hour the Bridegroom
Will come to take home His Bride!”
My poem is inspired by the ‘Parable of The Ten Virgins’
In the ‘Book Of Matthew’