The face of God
May scare you
It may not be what you expect
It could contain everything you have ever seen
Or it may be a white screen
Every awkward pause
Each dumb remark
Stands naked before this face of God
No smile no wise wrinkles
A monster after all
Or could the face of God be a mirror?
Giving us back what we have given
Warts and all
Could you stand to look upon this face?
Would you be worried?
Filled with shame?
Waiting for that first word?
The Face of God may never be seen
Only imagined in our dreams
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there
A reflection of our fondest hopes
and fears
