Abba, a chink
is all you get,- for now:
but chink enough for you
where light and heat steal in
to meet my cold,
my dark:
the tomb that is my heart
begins to stir with
Resurrection.
Sufficient for today that you
begin.
Let love be that which
prises me apart
from other rocks I cling to
beyond you.
A chink,- and you begin
to enter in.
