Can you see behind the masks?
From time to time, I come across a poem that intrigues me. See if it speaks to you.
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If you can see God in every face, behind every mask, that is certainly a blessing. If so, your Your voice, your compassion, and your actions have always been important.
And they are needed even more today.
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