In a darkened private room
Alone, within reach of
His Body

Hands, clasped
Heart, pounding
Head, looking up and 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 dear Jesus

Pray for us sinners

— Abraham Menashe