If only I had a memory bright
Which knew in the morning
my thoughts of the night,
For it's always the same,
when I lie in bed,
I have great ideas
running through my head.
My thoughts last night
were centred round
A parable, in the scriptures found,
Of talents God has given to men
Which we should try to make to ten.
It seems we all are richly blessed
With hidden talents, - not expressed -
Not shown to the world that we are able
To make a dress, or spread a table,
To write a poem, paint works of art,
To do a good deed,
right from the heart,
When it's least expected - and then
Wait, ready to do another again.
The talent to say, at just the right time,
A kindly word - or deed sublime,
To show our friends that He is there
To shoulder every anxious care.
We must not hide beneath the ground,
The talent he gave us; but look around
To try to find a spot somewhere
To use our gifts for all to share.
If only we could be the men
Who turn five talents into ten,
And hear our master say - "My son!
Thou good and faithful soul,
well done."