Sonnet

I have been shipwrecked.
And once adrift for a night and a day.
So often in our life we are checked.
We find ourselves at bay.

Best then when we boast.
To boast of our own weakness.
Often we will not reach a friendly coast.
Better to accept it with meekness not bleakness.

Today I looked into the clothes cupboard.
And a moth flew cheekily out.
Nothing here will beat Old Mother Hubbard.
But of this I have no doubt.

There is little point in storing up treasure here.
It will all of it join us on our bier.

Haiku

Store up treasure here
All of it will die in flames
But not in heaven