A thousand masks.

“Unable to accept our brokenness, we wear a thousand masks to disguise the face of fear.”

-Manning, Brennan. “Ruthless Trust.” 

Take me to the place with no mirrors

That sacred hall in the heart of hearts.

Take me to the room that has no echo

That home I have been looking for.

Place me in the space with no cover,

But for the light that bathes the soul.

Place me down from this, my pedestal 

And let every scale fall, fall, fall.

A thousand masks I carry here with me,

To guard against the weather, the wind, it all.

A thousand masks I bare before you,

To mend my life unraveled hems recalled.

Here below is all I am, I have, I haven't,

That is, the broken, bitter, biting, damaged.

Here below is humanity, sin-soaked, mine,

That choice and chance for once-again.

These masks that blunt the day, I know, 

These burdens I cannot lay down.

These masks I make a wreck of, burned,

My weakness, my strength somehow.