After the feast at the tax-collector's house,
the disciples of John pointing at themselves and the Pharisees' vows,
Isn't it weird that we are so often fasting?
But your disciples, here feasting need a blasting!
At this their question, Jesus smiled,
and engaged their souls as He replied,
When I am with you it's like a wedding party.
Rest in my assurance and just be hearty.
But a day shall come and they will fast,
for with you forever be - this will not last.
But I'll let you in on a big secret;
only three days you will have in regret.
For, the Helper I will send,
my spirit with you to tend.
If you were to patch up an old coat,
you're unlikely to use new cloth - that's a side note.
Because, shrink it will,
taking your efforts downhill.
New wine goes into new wineskins,
or else the wine will be ruined and nobody wins.
Unless you are born anew,
new wine in an old body will only brew like stew.
A new pure heart, and the mind of Christ,
within them only the new wine (covenant) of joy will stay nice.
A clean slate...
will not debate!
That is why I chose these illiterate men
over those that already feel like zen.
(inspired by Matthew 9:14-17)
This poem is part of a series of rhymes titled 'The Matthew Series'. This is the 8th poem in the series. They are all based on the gospel of Matthew and are in the correct sequence.
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