Wineskins Poems - Poems about Wineskins

...A Theology of Boxes By Mark Stucky Praise God for “boxes” that form infrastructure for living! Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions that ......Read the rest...

...Decay is a natural process of the universe, It's, perhaps, a stage of impossibility to nurse. A seed under the earth can resurrect; not if decayed, A flower can disperse seeds, till they absolut......Read the rest...

...The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass. There is no need to stretch or change our way. We know the flavors here; the only task: ensuring it is just like yesterday. Like sediment, this attitu......Read the rest...

...I say unto you, when the olive branch is brought to the tax collector, let not those who are without mercy be sent forth from the well to offer comfort to the thirst of the brethren who linger by the......Read the rest...

...Wineskins the old ones cannot hold new wine causing them to split and crumble.. the new ones are fresh models prodding for recognition midst the crumbling.. we seek explanations......Read the rest...

...Sadly she'll never return, dream no more Woe unto a star fallen without wings Ever will it sink from the sky to the earth's darkful core Every pleasant wine is a droplet in wineskins. Told and ......Read the rest...

...I suppose there are no new problems in the world to be exterminated, well, I mean, of course there are as many new problems as there are creatures having a new day today, but I mean I suppose ther......Read the rest...

...Earth Host and all her mutually codependent co-arising Earth Tribes of inclusive cellular regeneration have continued evolving new wine in old wineskins new eggs from old genetic nests, runni......Read the rest...

... in the beginning of a prior life i took my first breath in the heart of a pyramid shrouded is lapus lazuli light emitted from sandstone walls singing a song smiling in Winter Worn Waves ......Read the rest...

...The leaves turn and it’s the season of Love The gates open and it’s the reason for floods We want an outpouring! To be lavished by his spirit, it’s the coming of the Holy We must know thee and be dre......Read the rest...

...Dusk in Bodega Bay Soft dunes Like the backs of gray bulls And Salmon Creek Slipping into the Pacific To the big water The wineskins of winds Are open fully And the Pacific Ocean never pa......Read the rest...

...I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter, Roaches cloud my conciousness, Will I get roaches? Cause once they infest you, They're like a cancer, Faces that don't smile, Friends with d......Read the rest...

...Oh! To delight this sacred skin. Trembling hands tongue tied, knots strained beyond their hold. Thin resistence, leather hide gone supple, silky, still. New wineskins. Who will fill the holy cu......Read the rest...