MIRIAM
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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