Saturday, 17 May 2014

The tiniest of cracks

Today I saw a pansy. 
She had pushed her way up,
Through what must have been
The tiniest of cracks
In between the hardest of bricks
On the side of the street.
So in love with the Sun,
She had wriggled her way up
And out into its warmth.

If she can unfold
And bloom
And stand tall
With her feet in a crack so small,
How easy it must be
For Love
To break through our defences,
Our smallness,
Our fears,
Our forgetfulness.

All we need to leave open 
Is the tiniest of cracks.

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