Feed on Me

A Breastfeeding Parable

“Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your ancestors ate manna and died, but whoever feeds on this bread will live forever.” - John 6: 57-58

"Feed on me and live" you say.
I don't think you mean a refined four-course dinner.
I think you're referring to a smash-your-face-onto-my-breast type of feeding.

The get-your-mouth-as-close-to-me-as-physically-possible
and-suck-hard-on-my-nipple-until-milk-shoots-into-you-like-a-spewing fountain-of-deliciousness type of feed.

Feed on me, you say —
like there’s nothing else in the world that matters as much as drinking the life source every hour.

Feed on me — when you're hungry, but also when you just want the good stuff. The really good stuff.
The stuff of comfort and closeness.

Feed on me because that's where you'll feel safe.
Thats where my arms hold you, my chest beats with your chest, and where we wrestle each other like bears until you're latched on tightly.

Feed on me so my skin can touch your skin,
so our temperatures match,
and we can speak tenderly to each other through the meeting of our eyes.

Feed on me until your body relaxes into total content
with your arms tucked under your head,
still safely resting on my chest.

Feed on me, little ones.
Because that’s what you're made to do.
Because you're made to live.