Abba is the Narrow. He is the
lean into when your legs give
out. Always loving in the
room, in the secret room, me.
He does not sway with the
times. Time moves only
because of Him. I look at Him
and I am still. No longer in a
frenzy to understand but I
hear because He is. He is The
Rose. Thorns bursting and
thoughts mend. Knocking like
a Lover, Blindfold in hand. As
an offering saying if I cannot
see, I am still going with You.
Because with You is safe and
with You is bend of knee.
Abba is and I say everything.