Those
things that have grown weary
and
no longer serve their purpose,
are
to be cast aside;
their
place will be taken
by
the eager and determined.
The
caterers' miscalculations
threaten
to bring the nuptial celebrations
to
a premature conclusion.
Water's
cold austerity
gives
way to wine by the bucketful;
joy
flows abundant and free,
and
the party continues.
The
attendant throng is suitably amazed;
the
man's mother, who provoked the action,
is
merely impressed.
In
the hands of her son
the
wedding feast is made into
the
metaphor par excellence:
life
that is fruitful and expectant,
filled
with hope, joy,
and
laden with possibility.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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