ABBA now,
at last,-
Abba always in my past
but now allowed
within:
I let my Self be loved
of you.
Opening this shuttered heart
just one small bit
that love may enter in,-
I fear a burst of it,
I cannot face the open furnace door,
nor dam that bursts upon me.
And so I drink today
just this day’s cup:
then having tasted it,
the thirst you put in me
may grow
and I may crave for you.
But now, for now
a taste is what I want.
My finite mind portrays a finite heart,
that has not grasped,
that has not let itself be grasped,
by Love.
Abba! Abba! God of tenderness,
my Abba-God,
this door is opening now
and nothing will come between us,-
Enter in.
(Reflection on Romans 8)
‘Abba, now’
