New Wine
We
ran---we happy, freed captives---
Dancing
with the Wind that carried us---
Running
through the scalloped edges of the scarlet sea---
No
lines to shore---
No
sticky knowledge---
The
old wine---gone---
Long
gone---
And
we, stripped and burned, new wineskins are---
Fashioned
with the supple strength of eternal trust
Filled
to overflowing with the wine of new life
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