His Bride Poem by Lori Bergman

His Bride



Pull my soul into the spirit well...
In all it's infinite glory
Comprised of millions of slivers of brokenness.
Yet somehow whole...
Absorb my liquidity,
That I may become one with Source...
As to quench the thirst of your children,
Who long for mother's milk.

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