In a darkened room,
alone, within reach of
His Body

Hands, clasped
Heart, pounding
Head, looking up with a Yearning

Longing for the Seed
of His Godhead
to return to her Womb

Where He Came from

Her Prayer--deep within
Her Loins, she whispers,
Come, Come to me dear Jesus

Pray for us sinners

— Abraham Menashe
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