Hiding Behind the Mask

You are taken in by the expressions
of knowledge, wisdom and understanding.
You see only the outside,
his mask, meticulously kept in place,
deceiving all who fail to look closer
and discover that what is on the outside
is a lie.

He desires to be a part of this ‘exclusive group’.
He longs to be one of us and go where we are going.
He knows we are destined for Heaven
and things if he is with us
God will not see him hiding among us as He gathers in His faithful
and he will make it through the Pearly Gates.

He does not understand,
no one has explained the Truth and he is afraid to ask.
He has claimed knowledge,
feigned wisdom,
forged understanding
with such skill that all have been deceived
to his peril.

He walks among us,
hidden behind his mask of knowledge,
mistakenly believing his own lies,
not knowing e is doomed to damnation
because he doesn’t understand,
because no one has explained,
because he hasn’t asked.

Look past the obvious,
look into his eyes and see the turmoil within,
see his confusion and calm his inner storms.
Speak to him of truth
and make his understanding a reality.
Destroy the mask
and save him from his lies.

She

She stands tall,
looks straight ahead,
refusing to let the tears fall
though they burn behind her eyes.

She holds back the gulping sobs
that threaten to tear her throat
and grits her teeth, clenches her jaw
in order to hold them back.

She walks away
keeping herself from running
blindly down the hall,
seeking a place of refuge
where she can loose her tight control.

She stumbles into a corner
where she knows she won’t be found.
Briefly her control slips
and unleashes her pent-up pain.

She regains her composure
cleans herself up,
puts on her mask
and faces the world once more
with none the wiser of her pain.

Dawn

The battle is never-ending.
I fight and fight and fight
and still my foes stand tall.
I rally against the dark,
flail against the shadows
and roar defiance at the night;
yet it remains.
The night goes on
and the attacks increase.
I fear my crumbling shields may fall
and I will be at their mercy.
I feel weak.
My defences lie in ruins at my feet
and still the dark seems endless.
In my weariness
I look to the heavens.
Light! I see light
coming to my rescue.
I rejoice, sing praise,
weep in relief
and fall exhausted to the ground.
In the pale light of dawn
my foes have fled,
blessedly leaving me in peace.
I thank the Lord
who brought me this reprieve.
I am exhausted and frail
but I have survived the dark
and stand strong now
in the dawn.

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