suckling the lamb


you come to me to suckle at my breast

and i wonder

are these arms of mine enough to encircle you?

still i am drawn

into your longing

and so i rush to take you in

my broken heart

opening a little wider

to surround and soothe your sorrow.

and you drink deeply of the nurture that i am

as I watch you grow

requesting more

until the opening in me expands

to meet

your need to be received

and i pull You wholly into me


but Love

your passion is so great

i fear that i will break

bearing this thing you ask of me

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