The Sunday Mask

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Miri

Senior Member
Jul 22, 2012
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#1
Written by me.

The Sunday mask,
we see it every week.
We all wear it,
afraid something might leak.


You know the thing,
as we all speak and play.
"Hello", "how are you",
"i'm fine", we all say.


Hands are shaken,
smiles and nods galore,
when really inside,
we all want to say more.


I'm sad today, things didn't go my way.
I'm so happy, I feel all clappy!
God seems far away, will you stay and pray.
I lost my job, I just want to sob.
Lonely I feel, will you invite me for a meal.
Rejoice with me, for Jesus answered my plea.


The real inside,
is kept for a different day,
afraid to show imperfection,
in any way.


Maybe we think others,
don't feel the same.
Of we don't really know them,
such a shame.


We might not know the lingo,
or a person is deaf.
A little time spent,
could reveal he's called Geoff.


Lives are so busy,
we have to rush home,
where we take off the mask,
cos we are on our own.


Then Sunday next week,
we comb hair, put on clothes,
paste on that smile,
put on that pose.


You know the one,
where people think you're glad,
but underneath the smile,
you feel really bad.


So week by week,
the game is played out,
but are you one of those,
who knows what it's really about.


If so, say hello,
then don't dash off,
maybe you will get to know,
that girl whose a goth.


Maybe Geoff has,
interesting things to say.
Be the first to remove that mask
and not play.
 

Silverwings

Senior Member
Jul 27, 2016
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#2
It was never a game with me. It came from the heart or it just was not. I never cared what others wore, or what kind of car they drove, nor which school their kids went to, or what company they worked for, what kind of house they lived in, or where they went on vacations. I went for only one reason, and that was to honor my Lord and Savior. I really do not understand why these things mentioned interfere with our worship. It ought not be. Are we so earthly minded that we are no heavenly good?
 

Lenardzw

Senior Member
Jul 31, 2015
423
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#3
Written by me.

The Sunday mask,
we see it every week.
We all wear it,
afraid something might leak.


You know the thing,
as we all speak and play.
"Hello", "how are you",
"i'm fine", we all say.


Hands are shaken,
smiles and nods galore,
when really inside,
we all want to say more.


I'm sad today, things didn't go my way.
I'm so happy, I feel all clappy!
God seems far away, will you stay and pray.
I lost my job, I just want to sob.
Lonely I feel, will you invite me for a meal.
Rejoice with me, for Jesus answered my plea.


The real inside,
is kept for a different day,
afraid to show imperfection,
in any way.


Maybe we think others,
don't feel the same.
Of we don't really know them,
such a shame.


We might not know the lingo,
or a person is deaf.
A little time spent,
could reveal he's called Geoff.


Lives are so busy,
we have to rush home,
where we take off the mask,
cos we are on our own.


Then Sunday next week,
we comb hair, put on clothes,
paste on that smile,
put on that pose.


You know the one,
where people think you're glad,
but underneath the smile,
you feel really bad.


So week by week,
the game is played out,
but are you one of those,
who knows what it's really about.


If so, say hello,
then don't dash off,
maybe you will get to know,
that girl whose a goth.


Maybe Geoff has,
interesting things to say.
Be the first to remove that mask
and not play.

Yes! Yes! A thousand times,yes!This is something we can all relate to. I love your poem Miri! too many masks rob us of an Acts like church experience and a deeper walk with God (and each other).
 

Miri

Senior Member
Jul 22, 2012
7,766
521
113
#4
It's strange the way have people reacted to this.

I put it on my face book account (I limit my friends there to people who are friends or who
I know fairly well and see most weeks, maybe at church).

One lady who is retired sent me the following message


Hi, I seem to have lost your post where you talk about people smiling or putting on a mask in church
when they are actually not doing well at all and are different at home. I do understand what you mean.
However, I think the truth is that maybe a lot of people are going through things which they pray through,
leave with God and then don't need to share with others or let them know about it. Or maybe they also
have someone they have shared it with and prayed together so they just trust God and smile anyway!
But I understand your point.



Any way I replied that I had seen a lot of people described in the poem, a lot of lonely
people who didn't get chance to share their joys, testimonies and troubles. Who felt
they had no one to talk to or really share with etc. That sometimes we all need people to
talk to and understand us, even if we have prayed.

Then she sort of got a bit defensive but in a nice way, she is a nice person but keeps herself
to herself a lot. Then she messaged me and started telling me how she was brought up in
foster care from the age of 5. I never knew that. So I was able to tell her how I was fostered
by my aunt.

It was amazing how that little poem broke down a few barriers and now I feel we both
understand each other a little better. Yet it started off with her being defensive as I think
it stirred something in her and she recognised herself. :)
 

Lenardzw

Senior Member
Jul 31, 2015
423
21
18
#5
It's strange the way have people reacted to this.

I put it on my face book account (I limit my friends there to people who are friends or who
I know fairly well and see most weeks, maybe at church).

One lady who is retired sent me the following message


Hi, I seem to have lost your post where you talk about people smiling or putting on a mask in church
when they are actually not doing well at all and are different at home. I do understand what you mean.
However, I think the truth is that maybe a lot of people are going through things which they pray through,
leave with God and then don't need to share with others or let them know about it. Or maybe they also
have someone they have shared it with and prayed together so they just trust God and smile anyway!
But I understand your point.



Any way I replied that I had seen a lot of people described in the poem, a lot of lonely
people who didn't get chance to share their joys, testimonies and troubles. Who felt
they had no one to talk to or really share with etc. That sometimes we all need people to
talk to and understand us, even if we have prayed.

Then she sort of got a bit defensive but in a nice way, she is a nice person but keeps herself
to herself a lot. Then she messaged me and started telling me how she was brought up in
foster care from the age of 5. I never knew that. So I was able to tell her how I was fostered
by my aunt.

It was amazing how that little poem broke down a few barriers and now I feel we both
understand each other a little better. Yet it started off with her being defensive as I think
it stirred something in her and she recognized herself. :)
WE discussed something like this at a midweek Bible study at our church (as a detour from the main theme of a Christians appropriate response to trials and temptations). The question I raised was: Why do we put on a brave face and behave as if we have no struggles? The discussion that followed was a revelation. People spoke of their backgrounds and mindsets, fears and perceptions and we explored how these affect their interaction with others in a church setting. Your poem is a great catalyst for discussing such matters. Besides being such a great read:rolleyes:
 

tourist

Senior Member
Mar 13, 2014
22,496
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#6
Written by me.

The Sunday mask,
we see it every week.
We all wear it,
afraid something might leak.


You know the thing,
as we all speak and play.
"Hello", "how are you",
"i'm fine", we all say.


Hands are shaken,
smiles and nods galore,
when really inside,
we all want to say more.


I'm sad today, things didn't go my way.
I'm so happy, I feel all clappy!
God seems far away, will you stay and pray.
I lost my job, I just want to sob.
Lonely I feel, will you invite me for a meal.
Rejoice with me, for Jesus answered my plea.


The real inside,
is kept for a different day,
afraid to show imperfection,
in any way.


Maybe we think others,
don't feel the same.
Of we don't really know them,
such a shame.


We might not know the lingo,
or a person is deaf.
A little time spent,
could reveal he's called Geoff.


Lives are so busy,
we have to rush home,
where we take off the mask,
cos we are on our own.


Then Sunday next week,
we comb hair, put on clothes,
paste on that smile,
put on that pose.


You know the one,
where people think you're glad,
but underneath the smile,
you feel really bad.


So week by week,
the game is played out,
but are you one of those,
who knows what it's really about.


If so, say hello,
then don't dash off,
maybe you will get to know,
that girl whose a goth.


Maybe Geoff has,
interesting things to say.
Be the first to remove that mask
and not play.
Truly profound.