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Sarah Crowley Chestnut lives and works at L’Abri Fellowship in Southborough, Massachusetts with her husband and two children. She keeps a small vegetable garden, a sourdough starter and a messy desk. Sarah’s poetry has appeared in CRUX, Red Rock Literary Journal, LETTERS, Christian Century, and elsewhere.
“What about this man?”
by Sarah Crowley Chestnut
(John to Peter)
Why this fraught edge that competes for his favor?
Brother, how can I help you hold his every word,
haul each breath in trustworthy nets to the market
where none, not even you, must buy or sell—only
receive?
I know you envy my ease with the Master—
it arrests me, too, how I melt into that perfect
angle of repose.
I followed that day because
I am all craving and for once my hunger did not
disappoint, but led to a table near buckling beneath
the feast:
his words, the best wine;
his touch, bread.
I followed not to steal from you but because,
like that woman prepared to content herself with crumbs,
I knew there was always more in his one word
than one man could eat.
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Absolutely beautiful!!
"his touch, bread"
"I knew there was always more in his one word
than one man could eat."
Wow....
these lines are so rich,
"I am all craving and for once my hunger did not
disappoint, but led to a table near buckling beneath
the feast: "