Truth and Love

Trapped somewhere beneath
my reflexive smile,
my carefully worded phrases,
my patient silence,

Is the Christ
who curses fig trees,
who flips tables,
who sends a rich man home depressed.

I once thought that pulling off
being all man and all God
was his greatest feat
but I am ever more convinced
that we praise him for being,
at once, all truth and all love.

Here is to the one who died
not only because he loved us
but because he told us the truth.