Do you know?
Faith can be a costume,
worn bright on Sunday morning,
folded away by nightfall.

Crosses swing from chains,
Bibles rest in polished hands,
voices rise in ritual chorus—
but the truest hymn begins
when the music stops.

I speak only of Christianity,
the one I have lived near.
Not to claim I know it best,
but to admit I watch closely.

Maya Angelou once said:
“Listen to the voice,
but believe the truth it carries.”
And an old wisdom reminds us:
“Hear what they say,
and see what they do.”

We are expert chameleons—
holy for one hour,
ordinary the next twenty-three.
I look at our mouths,
our eyes, our hands,
our footsteps.
What do they preach?

We say:
God is good—always.
God loves you.
God’s mercy never fails.
Peace, shalom, salaam, namaste.
But does our doing
match our saying?

Matthew 23:3 whispers still:
“Observe what they tell you,
but do not do what they do.”