The Time of Breaking

It is the time for breaking

Old platitudes depart;

We people-in-the-making

Must un-defend the heart.

It is the time of mourning

For what may never be;

Small truths no longer scorning

We face our finity.

It is the time for speaking

The words we could not say;

With no more image-tweaking

We face the light of day.

It is the time for grieving

The good we failed to do;

Too weak was our believing,

Too swift the moments flew.

It is the time for lighting

The lamps we need by night;

To read the wall’s strange writing

Demands a truer light.

It is the time of breaking

Our false strongholds of fear;

Hypocrisy forsaking,

For reckoning draws near.