Profession and Practice by Andy McDonald

A poem by Andy McDonald

Do I really plan to practice what I profess,

or is there subtle saboteur I must confess.?

I worship the God void of hypocrisy,

says what he does, does what he says with no duplicity.

That’s what I want…who I claim to be

and who I am a perfect match, the real me.

Can it ever happen here?

Is it enough to be closer tomorrow than I am today…

or was in some past year?

Inviting people to shed hypocrisy, isn’t that the best appeal?

A call to practice what is preached, to just be real.