Truth Does Not Tiptoe

Truth does not tiptoe
into your waiting room,
take a number and then a seat,
and linger around till he is seen.

Justice does not hold patiently on the line
and enjoy the music while his party is reached.

Light does not veil herself
so as not to disturb
the darkest slumber.

And Beauty will not nod and smile
to appear more attractive and dumber.

So too will Peace boldly shed her collared uniform,
let down her hair and breathe,
take true form.

Then with lungs full and heart open,
step with courage into Fear’s dank den
to part the curtains for some light,
open a window for the breeze,
dust the place and make it clean,
and then pour him a cup of tea.

Madrid, 2012