Time

Be gentle

To innocence that

Fails to see the virtue

In simply being.

 

Our hearts break too easily.

Our pride instantly dissolves in shame.

Our faith gets convicted by belief

And is then ever afraid to be free.

We insulate ourselves in hard coverings…

 

We become what we are

Never meant to be.

We seek a happiness

That flowed away with our tears

And then dried up.

 

Time

Be gentle

Teach us how to recognise

That eternal source of love-

The love that is unconditional

 

In its presence

we are just what we are…

Pretence is not a need

And becoming is not a band-aid

For a wounded innocence.