With unseeing eyes
Hollowed from a dozen
Imposters’ faces,
I squint at the emerging
Stranger
Traversing regally through
My life.
Each counterfeit countenance conveys
A piece of the truth, and
“The play is the thing
Wherein I’ll catch
The conscience of the King.”
A questionable cast of characters all:
Control. Fear. Manipulation…
Curtain call
Brings them all on stage.
Kudos and bravos for
Truth learned and support loaned.
They fade with dimming lights and
The Stranger takes center stage,
Hostage no more.
I am grateful for your response, Carrie. It consoles me to befriend the counterfeit faces as necessary but temporary components of our human experience.
You are welcome, Rita. I know that what we resist persists. Befriending them generally helps them move on…and we stand, fear-less in full heart, love power!
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Wow. Powerful images, Rita. I felt this one.
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I am grateful for your response, Carrie. It consoles me to befriend the counterfeit faces as necessary but temporary components of our human experience.
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You are welcome, Rita. I know that what we resist persists. Befriending them generally helps them move on…and we stand, fear-less in full heart, love power!
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I look forward to getting to know this Stranger! P
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Me too! So far she seems to hold promise.
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The masks we wear…great piece!
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Thank you. I hope that soon the glimpsing becomes living.
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Christmas Blessings to you, Rita.
🙂 Wendy
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Thank you Wendy! To you as well. I will picture you feasting on the joy of your woods.
Peace Rita
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