Make your manger in me
allow me be the inn
in which you steady your coming
allow me be the drum on which you enter the song
Dear One
I know nothing
like a virgin cries
I give birth
to thoughts and ideas
that cannot match you
I give birth
to my own fantasy
of what has yet to be revealed
Allow me be the stable
and the night star
and myrrh itself
Allow me dear one
to let your light be birthed
in each and every cell of me
so I may sow forgiveness
and give endlessly forth
forever
Your Love
I Love You
Your Beloved
