“You can’t pray a lie.” ~ Mark Twain

I’m good at lying, you know, God.
Sometimes it just pours out, fears
bred in from years of reactions to
inconvenient truths, to my own will,
to not-the-expected. I can convince
most anyone, especially me sometimes.
I’m good at justifying, you know.
So, God, I’m counting on you to convict me,
to jerk my leash. Help me to be honest,
God. To you. To me. To all.