Counting

Her womb awaits, dripping until one day no more. Such a pool to encompass billions With His Name she wets in release of Herself within Herself for nothing exists beyond. One drop. And another. Two carats... Black and White rivers; with spirit there are real colors that truly live. He has returned from the demons to make love with Eternity, Until She conceives the true values of life, We remain counting bodies She leaks, Remember each drop from Her stomach releases heaven's barrenness Unto our feet, our 'lives' are nothing but miracles We must pay homage for with sacred patience. And once She gives birth, we gather the miracles, the diamonds, our bodies, And offer them back to our new King. For She has graced our spirits with proof of Their return, And we waited, counting.