’Shadow’
The dark shadow
of the red barn
cast by the bright moon.
Only with light
does
darkness become.
Flood me in
Your light, Lord,
that I may face my shadows.
’Hanging On’
He held to the Cross,
blood drops nourishing the earth.
Plant your garden here.
’As For Me’
Northern Maine was my home
before I arrived.
It was what I was all about
all my life
even when I wasn’t living here.
Someday
I will walk into the woods
and become an oak tree,
be cut down
and made into a cross.
Thomas Lequin is a priest in Maine, who is also a farmer, Maine Master Guide, hunter, fisherman, and poet. His work has recently appeared in Iodine Poetry Journal, Anglican Theological Review, Iconoclast, Echoes, The Whirlwind Review, The Daily Bulldog, Church World, A Parallel Universe, The Alembic, and an anthology of contemporary animal poetry, The Wildest Peal (Moon Pie Press), Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry.
Barn watercolor painting Norma Thomas-Herr
Walk in the woods watercolor by Larry Golba, my junior high school art teacher
