Nor do people put new wine into old wine skins.
If they do so the skins burst.
Can we ever move on from our own impatient sins?
But for patience we can still thirst.

No one puts a piece of un-shrunken cloth onto an old cloak.
Because the tear gets worse.
I did not mend that sail’s tear, rent by wind now we will soak.
In frustration we are too keen to curse.

Perhaps we should not have worried about the lines into the wind cast.
We should accept both East and West winds and fate.
Nothing on this restless sea will last.
Disaster will always sate.

Peace from life’s storms we can have.
Living for this moment is the gentle salve.