Miriam

MIRIAM

Alone, in a darkened room,
within reach of
His Body

Hands clasped,
Heart pounding,
Her head looks up Yearning

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

Deep within her loins,
she whispers, come,
Come to me dear Jesus

Pray for us sinners

— © Abraham Menashe