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Yeast

There is a culture often found in dough,
that's been put there by someone who would like,
a bigger, softer bread than it would be,
without this yeast that gives a rising out.

It seems that it could have another use.
I'm thinking about storytelling and,
although I could mean beer,(that would be true),
It's not the one I'm thinking of right now.

Well, it could be a metaphor. "What for?"
I'm glad you've asked and I will keep it plain.
Or, try to, but for me that's sometimes hard.
I like to use ideas to help explain.

And that is why I think that Jesus used,
this picture of the yeast which would soon grow.
It helped him to serve up the mind a feast.
A clever way to ask the mind to know.

This metaphor could then be used again.
To symbolise another kind of growth.
It's not that yeast is good, or bad, alone.
It's more a case of that it could be both*.

But, in the mind of One,( who is the Son,
of God), it soon took on a greater role.
To teach to someone stories which would help,
to save instead a mind**, and make it whole.

*Some Pharisees came to Jesus and started to argue with him....... “Take care,” Jesus warned them, “and be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and the yeast of Herod.”
Mark 8:11‭, ‬15 GNT
https://bible.com/bible/68/mrk.8.11-15.GNT

*Jesus told them still another parable: “The Kingdom of heaven is like this. A woman takes some yeast and mixes it with a bushel of flour until the whole batch of dough rises.”
Matthew 13:33 GNT
https://bible.com/bible/68/mat.13.33.GNT

**
"Saving the mind", is the literal definition of the word 'Sophronismos', which is a Koine Greek word, meaning 'discipline.' Although this greek word is not used in the abovementioned texts, to me, this is a much more beautiful understanding of the word 'discipline', than the Macquarie Dictionary's definition of discipline, which is, 'training to act in accordance with rules….'. I also think that Sophronismos is an avid description of the way in which the teacher, Jesus, would aim to correct wrong thinking, instead of trying to force a way of thinking upon his followers.

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