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  • Writer's pictureAlexandra Claus


Updated: Aug 27, 2019

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


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


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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