An Impulsive Journey

An Impulsive Journey
An impulsive journey we sometimes take,
Engaging dangers so bold, ignoring meekness,
Rampaging, rather, too often alone,
Making our way to dangers zone
We rollick and frolic and chatter,
Thinking our words and actions won't matter,
While enemies dressed as friends woo
In thoughtlessness we agree to do
Whatever, and by our own pride are caught
Because prayer did not encompass thought.
Ahead we go as if none can bring us harm
And in this thinking ignore any alarm
Boldly, impulsive, we play
Whiling away night and day,
Impulsive and thoughtless we fall
Into best set trap of all.
Suddenly--or so we think it--
We are caught, helpless, can't wink it
Away, regret all that play,
Come at last to judgment's day.
Regret? Yes, in plural that we have
And yet could we find a way to lave
Our foolish acts
Again we'd make unwise compacts.
It's just as well we end our traveling
Before our life's unraveling,
Take rather the humble path as directed
By the will of the One Good God.

[10 June 2008; on reading certain Anglo-Saxon and Middle Age authors]

valuing

Too many treasures to sort and to store;
Can I give away some more?
Too many treasures from this source and the other;
Was this from mother in law or mother?
Too many treasures to deal with today;
I think instead I'll write--that's play.