Why is it that anger we express genuinely
but acceptance we often fake?
Why is it that control we cling to
but servanthood we often fake?
Why is it that lies we eagerly spread
but love we withhold if not altogether fake?
Why is it that unforgiveness we do not hide
but grace we are ignorant of and vainly imitate?
Why is it that perfection is the goal we pursue
but beauty we are afraid of and pitifully fake?
Why is that sensuality and sexuality become our identity
but white-hot passion and pure compassion cannot be said of us?
That which is not fake may take commitment to acquire or achieve
but that which is fake will surely be exposed and destroyed.