The Breaking of Tradition

This object that lay on my chest is so heavy on my heart.

The weight just builds and builds upon itself.

I cannot have this,

This past that is contained in this object.

That is not who I am,

That is not how I now walk.

Tradition must be broken with me.

A family who has not kept the ways of the Lord,

Nor followed him.

I cannot bear this object upon me,

It was not honored.

Though hearts and tradition will be broken,

I cast the object away from me.

This generation will not walk in the ways of its fathers.

The chain has been broken.