MIRIAM
Alone in a cloistered room,
within reach of
His vulnerable Body
Her hands clasped,
heart pounding in the dark,
she looks up, yearning
Longing for the Seed
of Godhead to return
to her Womb
Deep within chaste loins,
she whispers, come, come,
Come into me dear Jesus
Pray for us sinners
— © Abraham Menashe