“A man is another man’s face”

For Michael Harper; and for T. S. Eliot there is time

“To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.”

He even put pale green make-up on his own

Public face

Mask, theatre

The laugh that guy put on in the blues club

Which signified his lost center

Too much bar

Too much beer

There was that intense, intensive week for me

Together in worship and play

Youth Church Camp

Together face to face all day and into the night

Campfire, sacred flame, circle, singing

Sacred space, sacred time

They will always remember

I will

And then that laugh he put on in the blues club

The faces I meet when they compel a face from me

And the campfire burns only inside me

Behind the faces I now wear

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