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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.
Hanging On
He held to the Cross,
blood drops nourishing the earth.
Plant your garden here.
Testimony
Fisher, marten and coyote pelts
hang from my camp walls.
Whitetail deer, you stare at me,
elk horns of Colorado
point me out.
You gather in testimony on the pine
walls – for or against?
“Hunt me some game,” said my father,
“that I may bless you.”*
* Gen. 27:4–5
Top banner artwork: Detail from Neil Welliver, Sky in Cora’s Marsh, 1986. Image courtesy of Alexandre Gallery, New York.
Thomas Lequin is a priest, farmer, fisherman, hunter, and Maine Master Guide. His poems have been published in Anglican Theological Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, The Alembic, and other journals, as well as in an anthology of contemporary animal poetry, The Wildest Peal (Moon Pie Press, 2015).
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Rose Betit
Dear Father Tom, Your poetry is beautiful. I've never forgotten your kindness when you were at St.Mary's. I hope you are well. Rosie B.
Dan Perrine
Dear Tom Very beautiful poetry!
charlene carrier
Love your writing style,Fr. Tom..I also enjoyed your , at times quirky, homilies at St.Joseph's.
debb
😉
Dorothy
Hello Thomas: (Though I am not sure how to address you so I hope saying 'Thomas' will not offend you) I love the poem 'Hanging On' so much ! Where did you learn to write? Keep on writing.
erna albertz
Thank you for reading. Do you experience a similar connection between the natural world and biblical themes as that described here by Lequin?