Mist

Why,you know what tomorrow holds for you?
Aren't we like mist that appears a little while?
Vanishing without notice, alas, not a warn!
Would we know if we'll have any good fortune?

Of penury in store for us, have we a tad clue?

How foolish it is to brag of the next days,
Pointless still to feel uneasy of what's ahead!
Wearing out thy souls of things yet undone?
Nor brooding over gloom and doom 'not of now'?

Isn't it rather better to depend on grace,
Humble oneself and patiently wait,
Don't you trust that our Maker suffice,
When in darkness, would he deny thy light?