“No one puts a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch tears away from the garment, and a worse tear is made.”
The vessel we hold our faith within
can be like an old garment,
so familiar we hardly
look at it when we pull it from the closet.
when a new way of seeing begins
to rustle and snag,
sometimes we must burst forth
from those old clothes.
The new way is itchy
and not quite fitted to our forms,
but here we trust--
we will live