Lindsay L. O'Connor

feast: a promise full, filled
by Lindsay L. O’Connor

You put this hunger in my belly,
then promised me a feast.
Sometimes the hunger gnaws
as though it might consume me
and I wonder if I will ever be satisfied.

Then, I have these moments 
when time slows down
and suddenly I see 
the banquet table set before me.

I hear You say,
“Take. Eat. Remember.”

I remember
I remember what it was like
to lose my appetite
and miss the satisfaction of 
filling an empty belly.

I remember how it felt
when the hunger finally returned,
jolting me awake so that I came alive,
searching for something of substance.

I remember this feast,
ever present but only filling
when I take the time 
and have the courage 
to partake in the meal
You’ve prepared,
embracing and then letting go
of the voices that wonder
if I’m worthy of such lavish love.

This, too, is resurrection.