Old Wine Skins…
Old Wine Skins…
I’ve carried you
for so long.
I’ve heard ‘about’
New wine skins
but I still returned
to the old…
Why?
I MUST confess
I did NOT understand
UNTIL now.
I heard the story
and the OLD wine skins
BURST.
I was soaked in
fermented tasteless wine—
I began to weep
mindful of what I
have allowed myself
to carry for far too
long.
Today—
I’m laughing
drunk from tasting
NEW wine.
Only a drop
touched my lips
and I’m intoxicated
by the sweet aroma
I’ve withheld
from myself
until this moment.
Old wine skins
I thank you
and bid you
adieu—
New wine skins
pour in me
‘the empty place‘
that has
discovered
ALL things NEW.
The ‘old’ and the ‘new’ are truly a continuum—each needs the other—may we hold on to the ‘old’ and embrace the ‘new;–
Amen
Reading your poems always puts a smile on my face 😉 and warmth into my heart <3
Love ‘our’ HEART connection Pilgrim Sister…I’m smiling NOW:)