Folly? (Photo credit: Bobbytee)

Wisdom and Folly sat down on the lawn; a great green carpet for a great white house.  They had come together to play a game of chess in the warm spring air.  Greetings were exchanged and pleasant words were spoken.  The sun warmed, so very gently, while they sat through the first game.  Folly had won and was pleased with himself.  Wisdom had lost that game.  Yet, joy was the noise that attended them both just the same.

Another round played and wisdom had lost.  Now folly thought well of himself.  Afternoon drifted by with cheering speech loft.  The sun watched intently, both of them having a grand old time on the lawn of that grand old white house.

Six games in all rattled pieces of marble, as they cordially spent a fine day.  “How beautiful it is when good friends gather”, said folly.  And wisdom, with cheer, could to agree.  Six games had been played and folly had bested his new friend every one.  Though some games were close and tension teased folly, the wins made his spirit stand tall.

Evening drew near and it became very clear that the sun was about to retire.  Wisdom thanked his new friend and spoke well of a joy to have played such a worthy opponent of fire.  Folly grinned broadly with eyes sparkling glee;  “I have had such a wonderful day!”  While gladness embraced them, folly rose up to leave, while wisdom remained to put the sun to bed.

Sweet to the heart is a beautiful sunset.  How lovely to do what is good.  Like flight to a Condor, effort not taken.  And height provides a safe rest.

Folly’s steps home danced upon feet without weight.  He had proved himself a man of great mind. In his heart folly gave thanks that his parents had raised such a good man.  There is marvelous joy in accomplishing a good name.  He would surely pass on a grand legacy.  And he would sleep well tonight, for his children would prosper in the way of their father!

Wisdom arose when the sun’s eyes finally shut.  His heart held a firm knowledgeable joy.  He had done what was right and allowed loss to win; knowing the game was a front for the better of both.  He had bested his friend in love’s ways.

As he entered the great white house he passed a small table.  Upon which lay trophies for the game played in the sun.  The trophies appeared to wisdom in the corner of his eye as he passed.  And a smile imperceptible was there, then was gone.

All next day was the ranting great cheer, which folly’s delight held so dear.  Great praise was addressed, and openly taken in ear.  Boast and praise went up like a song all through the day.  All among them performing what was good and expected for such friends so dearly bonded, and wise with gentle cordiality.  Counsel was given and heads nodded “yes”.  Oh how bright the eyes of students can be when they are hungry for what is offered.

Yet wisdom perceived no memory of loss.  Not one flea of sorrow pestered him. Never alone, his two feet took him, “there”.   What is good has just got to be done.  And the new day demands the tender work, heart and hand.  About and about.  Another labor of love to be found, lest the sun sleep in peace all alone.