SERMON ON THE MOUND

Glistening in gold
He lay there

Arms stretched wide—
died suffering for our sin

Nestled
between two tender mounds,

Warmed by her breath
I watched him preach

He lay there,
listening to her heart

His body rose
with every inhale

On a tan bosom
near fountains of milk

I could not understand
his anguish

Surrounded by so much
comfort

Resting on so much
beauty

— Abraham Menashe