Who Are You Anyway

Some people really know how to love
Other people write about it
Some people really know how to live
Other people shout about it
Some people know how to give
Other people make bold proclamations
Some people really know Who Love Is
Other people speculate broadly about Him
Some people have the purest of hearts
Other people write their names on all their donations
Some people really know how to love fiercely every day
Other people judge others as less than they
While the log in their eye is never displaced
Some people really know how to love
Other people think they are holier than thou, thee and you
and it's their job to say so because someone gave them a collar
and bought them a podium or a pew
Some people always help those they see in need
Other people stampede to the other side of the street
right by them in unsurpassed greed
Some people really know how to love till it hurts
Other people write about it for profit and credits
Some people do the kindest things in the quietest obscurity
Other people would be lost if they couldn't lecture you on their purity and piety
and demand that you inspect yourself-
while they leave their honor on the shelf
and couldn't really tell the difference between a louse, a jigalo and a saint
if they were jumping off the walls in freshly painted fresco.
They have rescued no one.
Their faith has cost them nothing.
They are fair weather followers who suffer the fool in themselves lightly.

Which kind are you this holiday season
There is still time for you to discover its reason.