I came to you out of driving need:
a child’s wailing, howling hunger for bread
and tenderness. You fed me loaves of love
wrapped in wrinkled hands and silver

Now it is my need holds me at bay:
the need to appear slaked,
as one drunk on living water,
or to seem not only sated, but sufficient;

as though one who were whole enough
to live without you would want to.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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