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.