Why Do We Hide?

Our God is only the mask we wear,

pantheon of faces we pray to.

Bibles and Grimoires,

with words of a truth we fail to grasp.

Incantations and Invocations,

recitations that work but fails to repair.

Petitions and Confessions

for a golden ticket that fails to get you there.

A careful gesture,

either begging or inviting something greater.

A mindful dance,

either making us dizzy or for release.

Conduits upon conduit,

vessels only seeing vessels.

Gods facing Gods,

but mirrors only show a sack of water and flesh.

But when this porcelain begins to crack,

panic begins to set.

But through the tears we see that

underneath shines the vast truth

of who we are

and not the disguises we choose...

Divine.

So why do we hide?