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Which Virgin?
by: Barbara G. Dykstra
Here is the Poem that Barbara G. Dykstra wrote to go along
with the picture that was painted of the Ten Virgins. If you don't have it
already, I would try to get the picture to display for your lesson. I know you
can get it at Deseret Book and other Church Bookstores--or better yet, someone
in your ward might have it and would lend it to you.
Good luck!
-Submitted by Rebecca Smith
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Which Virgin?
A parable the Savior told to His disciples long ago
Of wise and also foolish ways, of signs and saints in latter-days.
The things He saw, we too can see, when next He comes to you and me.
Ten virgins bearing lamps alight awaited the bridegroom through the night.
Invited, honored guests they came, some wise -- some foolish, not the same.
Those who have eyes will surely see, they're much the same as you and me.
The first bears palms for homage true, an olive branch, a lily, too.
Her voice speaks peace; she's humble, meek; she often turns the other cheek.
So pure in heart, oh, could it be -- that this first virgin could be me?
The second, gowned in burial white, seems searching for a heavenly sight.
The sacrament -- her gift of love; the wheat and water decreed above.
Her repentant heart we all can see; perhaps this virgin could be me.
The third in Priesthood blue and gold concerns herself with young and old;
Ordinances for the living and the dead, two doves she brings the Prince who
weds --
The Holy Ghost and sealings' key, this lovely virgin must be me.
Tall and fair with scrolls and lyre, the fourth seeks truth and knowledge power.
She sets her goals on talents bright, keeping eternity in sight.
She'll reach her goals and grow to be the kind of virgin I would be.
But wait, more wise than many others, the fifth gives charity to her brothers.
Quietly, gently, her fruits are shared with all who need her tender loving care.
Even the foolishes' needs she sees; oh, that this virgin might be me.
The sixth in proud and rich array lacks for naught along life's way.
The treasures of the earth she brings; 'tis more to earth than heav'n she
clings.
In her I see a part of me; is this the virgin I will be?
The seventh is surely pleasure's child, in dress and pose, not meek or mild.
It's time for eat and drink and fun' there's ample time ere the bridegroom
comes.
Her foolishness she cannot see; do others see that part of me?
The eighth has much to overcome -- addictions and excess have quite undone
That temple holy her soul once was, now all eroded for sins' own cause.
If I'm not careful as can be, this foolish virgin will be me.
The virgin nine who loves the dark, in secret seeks to leave her mark.
Drawing others from the light, she sees all things with Satan's sight.
Her foolishness is sad to see; don't let her be a part of me.
Should I become a virgin ten, with power over the acts of men, A troubled
conscience I might know, as through the busy world I go;
All ego and dishonesty is what the world expects of me.
Am I more foolish or more wise? Am I living in disguise?
Do I gather oil ever bright, to keep my gospel flame alight?
When the bridegroom comes, I pray He'll see one wise virgin will be me.
1985 Barbara G. Dykura
317 North Hall Street
Mesa, Arizona 85203
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