Wearing a mask
by George Bennett
My dear friend wears a mask of love
All white and pale, the mask conceals
The beauty and the gracious form
Which earthly eyes could not behold.
He chose the mask at Supper time
Aware how all things would proceed:
To face the centuries to come,
His love contained beneath a mask.
The mask is bread: his name the Christ;
To glimpse Him, let your own mask fall.
Away with all pretence and sin,
Greet Him, and let your Lord come in.