The Sunday Mask

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.

This is so true

True!!! Did you remove your mask? LOL..

I’m as guilty as anyone but I try!

Agreed! No one can be perfect nor pure like him!

as we wade through Christ's waters -
our masks will begin to fade...

Very well expressed, Miri. It’s true that we wear the Sunday mask and try to hide things that we’re going through sometimes. Blessings to you!

Very well expressed