We learned
to bake bread
in a kitchen bathed
in the somnolent rays
of an afternoon sun
We dug our fingers
into yeasty dough,
knit and tugged
sifted flour
into smoothness
We braided loaves
and lives
together
with churned butter
and lemon curd
Long after
the oven chimed
and we had feasted
on our bounty,
we sat, marveling
at the harvest
in our hearts
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This poem is dedicated to the friends I made during my senior year abroad in New Zealand with the Creation Care Study Program in 2012, an experience I will forever treasure.
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