Encountering the Holiness of God

All pretensions gone away
Not much left that could stay
Only I and the masks of my many faces
In life's theatre removed from its stages

Silent words the mind of flesh utters
These I could easily hide from others
They too play games of pretend on a whim
When conscience sleeps and lights fade dim

Face to face
Word against the Word
Revealing light will face me
There is no place
Away from the Lord
Where anyone could take me

Encountering the only one truly wise
Who really sees me for what I am
Not to enable any sinful vice
Nor affirm corruption in man

I startle when seeing a hand raised as fist
Yet deeper sense of love does persist
The hand now opens with light shining through
Reached out in mercy as the fear withdrew

On his palm I see a piece of parchment
A torn fragment of my soul handed back
I do know what the written words meant
As they remain still in carbon black

The fragment I can smooth out and spread
But old writing cannot show through
Covered by new words written in bloodred:
"I will never leave you nor forsake you"

Just to clarify, I do not present this as an actual and literal encounter that has happened to me. But I suppose, in a broader sense, all of Christian life can be thought of as a kind of encounter with God.

That was a beautiful poem, and something that I could personally relate to. When we come to Christ, all of our masks must be discarded as we stand face to face with the one who created the eye and sees all things as they truly are.