This is one of my favorite poems that seems to scream "What do you stand for and are you for real?" Maybe the question is just "How well do you know yourself, your source"
Here is another one of my favorites I'd like to share: author unknown

my answer my dear is simply this ...
love does not see in forms, it does not see in color
in the darkness of a room, or beyond closed eyes
a person is whoever the one looking through the hourglass sees
and when those sands are through, all that is left are memories
of you ...

you are loved my dear ... far and wide,
beyond faces on a page
or in the shadows where they hide ...
true love will find, hold and keep you
when your heart is ready to mend

there will be charlatans selling liniments
prophets shouting scripture to the wind
but you will see the one who loves you
standing by his sea of dis belief, in white linen
Sweetest of dreams, my dear
faith is in the details of love